Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Club Down, artist - clipping.. Album song There Existed an Addiction to Blood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sub Pop
Song language: English
Club Down |
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down |
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down |
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down |
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down |
The schoolyard reeks of sewage, broken pipes, broken promise |
The thin man staggers lucid for this time of night |
Drying vomit dangles from the beard, step, mumble, shuffle, trip |
But the trajectory is clear, he’s headed for the covered steps |
Tut, tut, it looks like rain, he remembers A. A. Milne |
Each time the sky is this kind of grey, that or his favorite film, Gene Kelly |
Leaping Technicolor through the fray and feeling glorious |
The story is an allegory for his days, but night is coming now |
Vials snap, aluminum sounds, fibers slap as drops descend on tall cans |
It’s all hands on deck to chase the pain away |
Dealers rockin' parkas with plenty pockets for product |
The money, horrors, the logic and babies holler from colic |
The symphony is tectonic, it shifts as the Earth is settlin' |
Precious metals are mined and a million minds have been meddlin' with time |
In the hopes of getting a golden noose for the neck |
Golden goose from a fairy tale, shittin' Faberge eggs |
Here snitches shit bricks, then quick to talk Pig Latin |
That black dart too slick for that kid tappin' a window |
While lookin' over his shoulder, stop lookin' over your shoulder |
You’re never caught from behind as long as you keep movin' forward |
They long for the sleep like they mortal, be zombies, but they got this portal |
In their minds and the molecules get rewired every trip they takin' through time |
And they trippin' nightly, the blacks of the eyes igniting |
The pits in the backyard biting, the cats in the trashcan fighting |
The feeling of guns peeling like bells in a telltale reeling |
Of bodies losing they feeling and falling down and the ceiling |
Is black from the smoke that’s rising, the scent is just so enticing |
The scent is a small price for the right to live out your vices, now |
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down |
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down |
And every night after the club it goes down |
Plenty, plenty, mo' rounds, bodies, bodies on the ground |
On Broadway or Main Street they all stumble out |
To a dozen pairs of hands pullin' bottles from they mouths |
Hotties hardly walk now, everybody passed out |
In the backseat of the taxi, so they never heard a sound |
It’s the city and the city and you only see one |
And it all looked pretty when it all begun |
But the shit is got to balance on the barrel of a gun |
All the money in the world ain’t gonna stop none of |
That gangsta shit, that gangsta shit |
The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit |
Can’t change this shit, it’s dangerous |
But it really ain’t nuttin' to a gangsta |
Bitch, what you know about that? |
Don’t act like a newbie |
New D boys get jacked, what you need is a New Jack Swing |
And a new truly discerning taste for the base, like a foodie |
Harmony’s cruelly high when it’s on his step |
Stepped on dope is a safety net |
And the dope fiends cry but they don’t regret |
Everyone get high, go out 'til they |
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down |
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down |
Why you fightin' all the shit that make the world go 'round? |
World go 'round, world, world go 'round |
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down |
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down |
Turn the lights off, they done shut the club down |
Shut the club down, shut the, shut the club down |
It’s the city and the city and you only see one |
And it all looked pretty when it all begun |
But the shit is got to balance on the barrel of a gun |
All the money in the world ain’t gonna stop none of |
That gangsta shit, that gangsta shit |
The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit |
Can’t change this shit, it’s dangerous |
But it really ain’t nuttin' to a gangsta |
Got the twenties and the fifities wrapped up under all the ones |
Two for twenty, five for fifty, you could move a couple tons |
You could put it in the blood or you could put it in the lungs |
But, whatever you cough up, remember that it all begun with |
That gangsta shit, that gangsta shit |
The whole world lovin' that gangsta shit |
Can’t change this shit, it’s dangerous |
But it really ain’t nuttin' to a gangsta |