Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1999, artist - Cecil Otter. Album song Rebel Yellow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.05.2013
Record label: Strange Famous
Song language: English
1999 |
| It goes one, two, now this gumshoe’s comin' for you |
| Three, four, with more than the lord to speak for |
| Five, six, I’m gonna walk this beat until I drop my drumsticks |
| I spun 78's, 45's, and 33's since '99 |
| There’s nine ten-foot poles |
| A needle wants to touch me |
| My feet get cold, I speak soft |
| Until they cut me free, I get out of this world |
| Of one window flaps and spins out of control |
| Gold and silver |
| It don’t warm my soul, so cold eyes shiver |
| So I try to aim my bow and quiver |
| Pull the arrow back, but it won’t deliver |
| And it’s frozen, like this hopeless liver |
| Slash romantic — will you hold this picture? |
| And shake it, out of habit |
| I ain’t an addict, man. |
| I just gotta have it |
| So gimme, gimme gumdrops and one shot |
| Of whatever you got, inside this gunshot |
| And give up control to the confused |
| 99 problems, bitchin' ain’t one |
| I’ve learned over the years how to imitate runnin' |
| A tight ship for you |
| So come here, let me bite that lip for you |
| Okay, you can have your cake |
| But you can’t touch the icing |
| You gotta hush the lightning |
| Motherfucking jailbirds like to sing, like: |
| If that diamond rings your neck |
| You’ve got no one else to blame |
| Just your love for respect |
| Where respect ain’t due |
| Protect your neck from the fangs you drew |
| True blue-collar blood with |
| You love it, you need it, but that love ain’t true |
| Your colors are shinin' through |
| And there as yellow as the sun that’s blindin' you |
| (Can you hear me? I think I lost you) |
| But I held on to your innocence |
| Since you got a heart that beats still |
| So just be still, come on out of the rain |
| Open your ears and listen |
| Now, some are out to win the big money |
| And some are just out to aim |
| And if all you see are triple sevens |
| That’s gonna go and cripple heaven for you |
| Now, if that diamond rings your neck |
| You’ve got no one else to blame |
| Just your love… |
| Now you’re passing the rock, and you’re passing the liquor |
| Attracted to gods or attracted to bleeding |
| That’s a delivery straight from your will |
| And it will kill, thrill, and haunt you |
| Caught you holding on to things that weren’t there |
| And you weren’t scared — there, there now |
| Hold down those demons |
| No rush, no rush, keep breathin' |