Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Delorean, artist - Chris Rivers.
Date of issue: 13.07.2017
Song language: English
Delorean |
Wait, where am I |
I can’t feel my soul |
All systems go |
Prepare for elevation |
Back at it |
I never left though |
Always followed up the bars like Esco |
In the middle of this joint like an elbow |
Getting high? |
Sure as hell flow |
I am alkaline, like alpha mine, an alpha mind |
In half the time I average rhymes that paradigms |
They can’t define |
They haven’t tried but if they did then it’s a dub like |
I remember feeling like a bitch |
I remember crushing on bands |
I remember crushing on fans |
I remember crushing on plans |
I ain’t get to kiss and hold hands |
Now she suckin dick with no hands |
Turn tables, turnin tables, heard the fable, words are hateful, turning |
grateful, spinning stories, heard the dreidel, scream cause the five shots |
curve is fatal |
I’m nothing like you, I smile in pictures with gangsters |
I never leave home with a banger |
I found me a ho like Topanga |
That’s also a woman, I hold her real close like this |
I don’t want 'formance, I probably cop me a railer |
Brush up these haters like pay us |
Been opening doors up for strangers |
And really do care about mates |
Hook (Whispers): |
I’m in a Delorean |
I’m in a Delorean |
I will spread my wings |
I ain’t going home again |
Don’t care if my wish is a glacier |
That shit gonna melt cause of carbon emmissions |
Hip hop took an L cause the bars are just listening |
Don’t care 'bout your flow 'cause it’s still hard to listen to |
Pitting you fools against Chris is just pitiful, wait |
Fuck am I saying?, I just must be hating |
'cause clearly they’re better 'cause they do more famous |
They got |
More money, more bitches, more cars |
Only thing I got more than them is just bars |
And heart, and art, and strength, and faith, and pain, and skill, |
and will and flows and, and concepts and content, and competence, |
common sense, dominance, providence, promises, that’s all |
Hat off to the whack sauce A1 rappers who they bad for |
They the safe game, all |
Backwards if they act soft |
Stayed them, rappers |
Pre hook: |
I feel like |
I feel like |
I feel like |
A winner |
I just wanna leave this Earth |
I just wanna be the first |
I just wanna travel through time to a place where we lost and then acknowledge |
our worth |
Hook (Whispers): |
I’m in a Delorean |
I’m in a Delorean |
I will spread my wings |
I ain’t going home again |
You only follow and listen to everything |
And then you complain |
You go to school, get a job, and want wedding rings |
And you’re mad you the same |
You want a big, big house to put all that shit that you gathered but know it |
can never contain |
Your love, 'cause that’s all internal |
I’m not here to hurt you |
Virtue versus purchase flesh |
Heard the worst your worth is less |
Than worthlessness is merciless |
Get merchant dress to turn the stress to |
Mask and bask in everlasting sadness and |
Attachments to the fashion that these |
Fastens harness fast into your |
Passions and your drive |
But I revive the known disguise |
To show the pride just means the prize |
Just means to be proud right out your pride if |
You decide that you reside within the side that coincides with |
What’s inside and |
That your size is not decided by your height, but what’s inside |
Hook (Whispers): |
I’m in a Delorean |
I’m in a Delorean |
I will spread my wings |
I ain’t going home again |
I feel like |
I feel like |
I feel like |
A winner! |
(x2) |