Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chronic Sunshine, artist - Cosmo Pyke. Album song Just Cosmo, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 23.02.2017
Record label: 70Hz
Song language: English
Chronic Sunshine |
| Because I’ve had enough of all this controversy |
| I’ve been affected and I can’t lie |
| That shit quite frankly bothers me |
| She said she said you’re the man |
| I’m on together and I’m having doubts |
| We won’t hurt you or all your plans |
| Paraphernalia and contraband |
| I wasn’t 'llowed to I was proud to come |
| To terms with germs and fuck’ries in my life |
| All I’m sayin' is that’s not me, it could be you for all eternity |
| Chronic sunshines forever |
| You know that it don’t really go |
| I’m getting spat out of Peckham |
| While you’re cycling home |
| It’s an ongoing circle |
| No sights to behold (sights to behold) |
| Vicious repetitions |
| While still cycling home |
| She said, she said you’re a star, Cosmo |
| But you’re a star and we’re all star stuff |
| That rebounds but first he out comes weak |
| Before you know you’ll forgot what to speak |
| I just forgot what I was thinking |
| All these blues have got me sinking |
| I dropped it on the floor because of your missed call |
| The one you sent to me |
| I wasn’t 'llowed to I was proud to come |
| To terms with germs and fuck’ries in my life |
| All I’m sayin' is that’s not me, it could be you for all eternity |
| Chronic sunshines forever |
| You know that it don’t really go |
| I’m getting spat out of Peckham |
| While you’re cycling home |
| It’s an ongoing circle |
| No sights to behold (sights to behold) |
| Vicious repetitions |
| But I’m still cycling home |
| In the stable when I touch iron horses |
| A trainyard’s quiet when you’re using higher forces |
| Like gravity I’m running faster than everyone |
| If I get caught, big money, I’m gone be spending son |
| Eight cans of bitter the plot thickens |
| Put my rucksack in the front to get the paint quicker |
| It’s all about efficiency |
| Picture me skinny jeans running round, where’s your Dickies been, man |
| I have powers to catch you straight away |
| Bun a big fat zoot man I fuck the pain away |
| Drug I hate mugs and getting bake |
| Let me set it straight a real writer, let’s just say he gets his pay |
| This ain’t a rap for a girl or whatever |
| It’s a rap wrapped up for my guilty pleasures |
| To fuck the leisure |
| Before he left the marks on my sweater |
| But I leave him with this |
| Chronic sunshines forever |
| While you’re cycling home |
| It’s an ongoing circle |
| No sights to behold (sights to behold) |
| Vicious repetition |
| You’re still cycling home |
| I’m still cycling home |