Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Distance, artist - CunninLynguists. Album song Strange Journey Volume One, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: APOS
Song language: English
The Distance |
The streets kept coming and coming and coming? |
through his tracks |
And every scene he spied was all the same |
He kept running and running and running and never looked back |
He never realised how far he came |
And it didn’t matter that the latter part hadn’t bothered him |
Rather all the sadness that followed him as if it was a ball and chain |
It was a long await, his posture had changed fraught with his fault and his |
anger |
Until he wouldn’t respond when they called his name |
It was all part of the game, it started as a play to get ends |
It left him with the breath of debt and less friends |
And yet he never questioned where the quest went |
And when dissenters didn’t deem him special |
He did his best to impress them and this led to regrets then |
Still he was dead-set on success and distress |
He only expressed through a sent text |
Addressed to anyone he hadn’t met yet |
The tires peeled on desire’s wheels |
Again he said, «I can feel.» |
The distance |
The city had changed him as he reflected on the decade that passed |
His life, he reckoned at last, was a staged pun |
With a fantasy masked where the grave was dug |
A double life revamped and the other side bites till it tastes blood |
So he drives to escape driving a stake through his great love |
Incessantly trying to shine through the bars like a caged sun |
Dissecting a piece of the strange run |
With the dirty southern niggers working for crumbs |
In some underground dank club |
Where there’s nothing but strained hugs from mother and father |
And a strange son cause he can’t recall when he became one |
Though the shame is heavy and weighs tons |
He still finds a way to place blame on what they’ve done |
Visits they’ve stayed away from |
And perhaps it was that all along so he just carries on |
And he can barely call because the talks are rarely calm |
He wears his calluses like a tux to a daily prom |
Wearily feeling forever young until they play the song |
And his patient wife waits gracefully while he breaks the dawn |
Racing across the States to raise the stakes and cost to pay it off |
Debating cons of procreation on the hopes to trade it off |
A basic honest home relations, how’d they know it would take this long? |
But he placed his honour in the way he crawled |
All that means is he hits the floor harder from farther up in case he falls |
He’s racing towards the exit so disconnected |
He felt compelled to misdirect his perspective |
I can feel |
And the more that I stand still |
The closer I get still |