Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DEAFENING RED, artist - Clarence Clarity. Date of issue: 11.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
DEAFENING RED |
| Mr. Van Gogh |
| Mr. Van Gogh |
| I know you can’t hear me |
| But I know that you can see me |
| Which means you can paint out my story |
| And while you’re at it, polish my soul please |
| Because there’s black paint all over me |
| My heart black something like church shoes and ovaltine |
| (?) straight edge with it double edge |
| Which means I can take one step |
| And one backwards |
| Blame it on my god complex |
| My dog’s complex |
| They shoot for profits |
| But pray to prophets |
| Gold Jesus piece |
| But last name Mohamad |
| Quran said (?) |
| But thats second place, balling |
| Got a bad bitch because she’s dancing on my conscience |
| The devil’s corpse (?) is in progress |
| In all white you thought we was playing for was Wisconsin |
| Blood keeps rushing out |
| So I can feel you |
| (I can feel you) |
| Blood keeps rushing out |
| So I can feel you |
| (I can feel you) |
| 100 violent violets |
| We threw them shots that ain’t really calling |
| In the jungle, so heaven ain’t an option |
| 'Cause animals that hang off trees don’t hang for progress |
| God sent wine |
| How kind of him a nice gesture |
| But the kid’s already one with nature |
| Moon shine while the sun is out |
| And they still say my village is in a fucking drought |
| I took a piss and saw Alex Grey art come out of my dick |
| Holy shit, the drugs kicked in, pyrex vision |
| And I used to wear my fears on my sleeves |
| So my shirts were distressed |
| But now I’m like a kid, I don’t wanna wait for fear |
| I don’t wanna wait for fear |
| I’ma stand my place |
| Independent, bitch, I take myself on a date |
| And I even ordered the fucking cake |
| Blood keeps rushing out |
| So I can feel you |
| (I can feel you) |
| Blood keeps rushing out |
| So I can feel you |
| (I can feel you) |
| And the only way you can take me is to shoot me in my face |
| You can’t buy something this great |
| You cannot purchase my fate |
| Ever since I wore glasses |
| Ever since I met Clarence |
| Ever since I started rapping and dreaming 'bout Paris |
| Ever since then I started seeing through the Matrix |
| I see the world for what it really is |
| A bunch of us tryna get rich |
| Blood keeps rushing out |
| So I can feel you |
| (I can feel you) |
| Blood keeps rushing out |
| So I can feel you |
| (I can feel you) |
| Money making reverend |
| Money don’t make intelligence |
| All running after a crown that don’t mean shit |
| That don’t make sense, but makes cents |
| Heaven sent hell bound |
| So it’s only right I fuck her with Pradas on |
| On a cherub Persian rug |
| It’s juxtaposed when we fuck |
| I am overpriced grapes |
| I am unsprayed non-GMO |
| I am full paid telephone, never prepaid Metro |
| I am shipped right to your door |
| I am expensive prostitute pussy better than your whores |
| Speak up against me, but if you do |
| Make sure to use the highest quality microphone |
| I am the thing you want when you watch the Superbowl commercial with your girl |
| And it makes you feel inferior to the rest of the world and so are you |
| What’s the worth of a human being? |
| I am Zeus |
| I am one with God, and so are we |
| And I don’t mean that to sound cheesy |
| But homie, I’m fucking tired of being programmed to feel weak |
| Life is a maze and I see that you’re lost |
| She used to smoke weed from glass dicks to now taking pipe but with other |
| harder drugs |
| Nose stuffed with white like Mike’s jersey in game six, yikes |
| Need guidance, put a piece of your mind in this bucket and watch it go to a |
| cause |
| To annotate this verse and see what the fuck it’s about |