Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Peeranoia , by - Cage. Release date: 19.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Peeranoia |
| «entering. |
| life sequence… fiiive» |
| If you walk with me this way you’ll see this giant spread of all the |
| Substances you could abuse |
| And if you look to the left… well, you know |
| I tried a lot of drugs |
| I tried a lot of ladies |
| Some I probably wouldn’t of tried if I wasn’t on drugs |
| Been living sober lately |
| Sure, some fans will hate me |
| Still see bugs crawling on me |
| This time I think it’s scabies |
| Miss, don’t hate the player |
| I’m on the bench now |
| But when they call me back in |
| It’s back to «I Don’t Care» |
| The snake spoke to Eve in the garden |
| These days trees are fruitless, snakes are starving |
| Pretty little rabbits sold me for carrots, folks |
| Before Jim Carrey, she wore mask like Eric Stoltz |
| I’m not insane. |
| No, my life’s a gameshow |
| I shot for the stars — Miss |
| So now I aim low |
| If you don’t hear back from me |
| I probably got some shit on my dick and afraid the doctor gonna laugh at me |
| I’m just playin, peeranoia fucks with the mind |
| This hook is stuck in my cheek |
| Let me pull it out for real this time |
| Yo, if you don’t hear back from me |
| It’s probably cause my record flopped and my life is a catastrophe |
| Yo, if you don’t hear back from me |
| It’s probably cause them doctors with hypodermics are still after me |
| Yo, if you don’t hear back from me |
| It’s probably cause I’m dead to the world, literally or atrophy |
| Yo, if you don’t hear back from me |
| It’s probably cause I ran off with a band and shot me up with some smack for |
| free |
| I got a little buzzed |
| I went a little crazy |
| Said everything I said on Movies because of my buzz |
| I lost my brain before I rap |
| No allowance, fake sneakers, walked into a world of crack |
| Sold pieces for Pumas, gold, and Nike’s |
| Walked and talked like a rapstar |
| But was white, and did it right |
| Before girls, the acne came |
| I had a fade, spittin some Epmd-meets-Big Daddy Kane |
| Unlike the judge who cracked his hammer gently |
| Sent me to be evaluated, and the hospital kept me |
| I came home to make music weirder than De La’s |
| But Bobbito knew I was butters like Professor Chaos |
| Turned into hours of blank cause my memory bank |
| Is crawlin with skanks like Hillary Swank |
| No disrespect, but your name rhymed homie |
| Until my final destination, Death can blow me |
| If you don’t hear back from me |
| It’s probably cause my record flopped and my life is a catastrophe |
| If you don’t hear back from me |
| It’s probably cause some doctors with hypodermics are still after me |
| If you don’t hear back from me |
| It’s probably cause I’m dead to the world, literally or act to see |
| If you don’t hear back from me |
| It’s probably cause I ran off with a band and shot me up with some smack for |
| free |
| I climbed through dirt to get my name known and shit |
| When I jumped on the track like rainbow and spit |
| This party’s goin to hell with blunts to the def |
| Yaking on Mu’s roof while he’s wavin guns to his guest |
| Don’t pass that shit |
| Don’t throw me a lighter |
| I put more flakes behind my face than Tony the Tiger |
| I wasn’t hearing what I said, left my ear on the stage |
| Puked up on a fan, the last of incoherent Cage |
| Didn’t quit PCP, it quit me |
| Reality rolled me up, took 2 puffs, then clipped me |
| I snitched on a drug and got away lovely |
| Told em Johnny Dip from Hell, cops at 21 Dump St |
| You talk tough, then why you shaking like maracas |
| Put a gun in your hand, you won’t murder like B.A. |
| Baracus |
| I need a new drug to make me ok |
| And a place to keep my shit when they come to take me away |