Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peter Parker, artist - CES Cru. Album song 13, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.08.2012
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Peter Parker |
| What up? |
| What up? |
| What up? |
| What up? |
| What up? |
| It’s- |
| What up? |
| It’s been a while, feels like we’re losing touch |
| Cause you don’t ever write me, too busy doin' stuff |
| We used to be the tightest, thick as a band of thieves |
| I watch my life evolve away for you to answer me |
| See, I’m in isolation, I been alone a minute |
| I thought I’d try it out, now I’m just going with it |
| A gift to go to prison, I’m told to know my limits |
| Only to break my limits, escape before they break me |
| The clock is staring at me, pressure is breathing on me |
| They made me general, I’m expected to feed the army |
| That’s why I’m drinking light, say «Goodnight», leave the party |
| Cause we don’t need a Farley, rather you Peter Park me |
| With great responsibility there comes a greater weight |
| Deeper than shaking ass, heavy as 808s |
| Digging my tunnel out, this is the great escape |
| Paving the way for Ces and the rest of my label mates |
| Well look at me I never, really got my shit together |
| I’m teetering, believing I’m about to pull the ledger |
| Prescription for the pressure, medicine on the dresser |
| Jumping from the turnbuckle, I’m going out like The Wrestler |
| Yes, sir, the tide is turning, sure as the world is burning |
| I take a shot of tequila and that’s to put the worm in |
| The city’s full of vermin, like when I quarantine it |
| Blow up the world to survive and then start a war on Venus |
| Where the hell am I going? |
| I know nobody’s knowing |
| I chuck a deuce and fly which ever way the wind is blowing |
| I don’t worship the devil, she don’t worship me either |
| But we got something in common: the fact we’re non-believers |
| The poetry is potent, the paint is on the pallet |
| The pain flew out the pen and, the blood is on the mallet |
| The landscape is callous, fucker, we’re in it, believe it |
| Unless you can tell me a better way to spit it |
| Coming to get at you, got it coming |
| Now get to running, you suckers ain’t spitting nothing |
| Go 'head and kick the bucket, go get a sick and duck it |
| Well, do they bring the ruckus? |
| Nah, this shit’s sluggish |
| And we don’t fit the rubbish, so nothing was fit to publish |
| Cousin, we getting money, some of you wish I wasn’t |
| But we don’t give a fuck if you hate it or if you love it |
| Don’t be a dick, I made it, we’ve been officiated |
| Yo, why these chickens acting like they’re so sophisticated? |
| You know we love the ladies, oh, that ain’t nothing, baby |
| When I get loose with my tongue and get fucking crazy |
| I wonder why do they underrate us? |
| If you don’t like to gamble then why would you come to Vegas? |
| I’m right in your fucking faces |
| I know they’re hating on us, but I don’t know the reason |
| Nobody gave a crawling fuck before we started eating |
| I’m well aware that talking shit is just a part of preaching |
| I paint a picture on the vellum while the pipes are leaking |
| Somebody call the plumber, my phone is out of service |
| Inside it don’t affect me, on the surface I’m nervous |
| Now what we’re on the team, I’m in a stranger place |
| They say «Just keep it Ces», and please don’t paint your face |
| Then I reply «I got it,» I don’t need you to leave me |
| You Belladonna, hold me, I’m saying «Suck it easy» |
| You do enough to please me, thanks to the hatred I’ll be |
| Writing a lightning and like it or not, well, Abu Dhabi |