Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Omens, artist - Cemetery Drive.
Date of issue: 24.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Omens |
There’s bad omens in the air tonight |
Stars fall like satellites |
Lights flashing before my eyes |
And I might, I might, I might die |
I thrive off bad advice |
Broken limbs for the sacrifice |
Sawed off like shoddy pipes |
And I might, I might, I might die |
What you gonna' do when you gotta' face the locusts? |
Everybody gone, everybody just rodents |
Broken down, the parted sea is closing |
Hopeless now, departed, leaving Moses |
Wait for intermission I guess? |
Slave to superstition, oh yes |
The reapers deposition is next |
Meeting the mortician I bet |
You ever think you’re gonna' see a person? |
Then you see them walking and you certain |
Coincidence? |
The incident had purpose |
The stars align and now you treading nervous |
I am not superstitious, not a little 'stitious |
Friends still insisting on a intervention |
Don’t believe in luck, just intuition |
I don’t pick up pennies unless they’re mint condition |
I’m walking under ladders, never climb that shit |
Break glass mirrors, never eyeing that shit |
Y’all wishing on stars like you know it’s coming true |
I spill all the salt, then throw it on your wounds |
Knock, knock on wood, that’s hot |
Cos' I thought the beat was good, that’s Dotte |
I stomp all on the cracks, that’s fine |
Blow out your mamma’s back, oh my |
Cross my heart and hope to die |
That’s when I feel most alive |
Fuck you and your omens |
What I told em, can’t control my life |
I ain’t scared of no ghost |
I ain’t scared of no ghost, or no man |
Cem Drive do the most |
Dead boys on the go, fuck your omens |
I ain’t scared of no ghost |
I ain’t scared of no ghost, or no man |
Cem Drive do the most |
Dead boys on the go, fuck your omens |
Not to get spiritual with it, but I’m getting spiritual with it |
But I ain’t believe in no miracles |
Shit I ain’t fearing no witness above |
And I’m loving it, sin is a drug |
I been losing my shit on God though yeah |
Switching up the pitch on a high note yeah |
Omen’s creeping, sheesh really I don’t care |
Life’s so frail, the light’s going to fail |
Put me on today, don’t want to wait |
Can I get a ándale! |
I’m on the way |
Can I get a song with Dre? |
Calling favors in |
I been slaving man, honestly |
Ought to lay low though, where I can see |
All the fuckery and what not to be |
And that’s not to be a prick about it |
Just won’t pick your route it’s not for me |
I ghost ride the whip |
Hoping I find you |
I ain’t cosigning shit |
They all so pious |
They all so biased |
Hope when I die it’s a pack of blacks, some green tea and my lighter |
Need a little soul food in my diet |
Cos' I don’t got no soul dude, I can’t find it |
I don’t give a fuck about you |
Fuck about me |
Fucking round we — |
Knuckle up and punch you down b |
Hacking lungs from smoking Sour D |
Now the demons coming out me |
Oh lord I ain’t fit for heaven |
Lone soul know it’s all predestined |
Breathe in just take a second |
Feel the spirits all take concession |
They down to roll but they hate the message |
I ain’t scared of no ghost |
I ain’t scared of no ghost, or no man |
Cem Drive do the most |
Dead boys on the go, fuck your omens |
I ain’t scared of no ghost |
I ain’t scared of no ghost, or no man |
Cem Drive do the most |
Dead boys on the go, fuck your omens |