Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Omens , by - Cemetery Drive. Release date: 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 |