| Live from the boulevard, stand up tall
|
| Clap your hands, man, stars do fall
|
| Watch your head then stand your guard
|
| Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark
|
| Live from the boulevard, stand up tall
|
| Clap your hands, man, stars do fall
|
| Watch your head then stand your guard
|
| Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark
|
| I did it for the beautiful, the people and then you
|
| Breathing every day, smile even through the blue
|
| Others wanna smother everything that’s new
|
| Fuck that bullshit, bass God, I knew, I knew
|
| Make love in the rain, haiku
|
| New city quadrate told us to
|
| Rock, we bump pumps in my new suits
|
| So duck, duck, goose in my new coupe
|
| My ruse, my move, my dance, my truth
|
| My fridge, my food, I win, you lose
|
| Tip to a murder scene, leave that clue
|
| 'Cause the first 48 got nothing on you
|
| New to my love, brand new view
|
| Beat a dead horse till you make glue
|
| Use that glue to hold up the truth
|
| When the truth falls apart then blame the damn glue
|
| Live from the boulevard, stand up tall
|
| Clap your hands, man, stars do fall
|
| Watch your head then stand your guard
|
| Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark
|
| Live from the boulevard, stand up tall
|
| Clap your hands, man, stars do fall
|
| Watch your head then stand your guard
|
| Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark
|
| Ok, we going knee on to Moses
|
| Ahab looking for the whale, got Jonah
|
| Open the box but now we can’t close it
|
| That Pandora, the aura is lighting the ocean
|
| Holding my hand while I’m leading devotion
|
| The door is ajar, would you please leave it open?
|
| We are the chosen ones, Guns and Roses
|
| Lamb machines that dreams produce omens
|
| Origami, that will fold over more than 9 times, then you fold Yoga
|
| Down the rabbit hole, I crossed over
|
| Sip the elixir, now I’m not sober
|
| Ayatollah, keep your composure so I remember the glass is not kosher
|
| Shaved ice right off my cold shoulders
|
| My soul just had a foreclosure
|
| Live from the boulevard, stand up tall
|
| Clap your hands, man, stars do fall
|
| Watch your head then stand your guard
|
| Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark
|
| Live from the boulevard, stand up tall
|
| Clap your hands, man, stars do fall
|
| Watch your head then stand your guard
|
| Till the moon turns red and the sun goes dark
|
| Run to the sun 'cause the guard has a gun
|
| Lost to the world 'cause the game isn’t fun
|
| Lie to yourself 'cause the truth weighs a ton
|
| Ignorance is bliss, blind, deaf, and dumb
|
| Run to the sun 'cause the guard has a gun
|
| Lost to the world 'cause the game isn’t fun
|
| Lie to yourself 'cause the truth weighs a ton
|
| Ignorance is bliss, blind, deaf, and dumb |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carousels, artist - CYNE. Album song All My Angles Are Right, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп