Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Divides, artist - CYNE. Album song Starship Utopia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.05.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Project Mooncircle
Song language: English
Divides |
| Y’all know it’s late night booty calls |
| Some fake titty brawls |
| I call against some petty arse |
| That’s my life, applaud the flaws of a golden art |
| Now I’m a ACR charging the |
| With crimes of passion, laughing, blasting that good music |
| That’s no «E-40» G4L is up |
| «Medium cool» too was roaming the earthlight |
| The music died with the fiend with the crack pipe |
| , right? |
| Fuck that! |
| I’m on the job |
| Drew blood, sweat, teardrop that clot out tomorrow—until tomorrow |
| Then I’m back, back to put the «Ville» up on the map |
| Hoping CYNE could really last long but then «gorilla» blast a classic |
| Two-world surround me, my tongue held for bounty |
| ‘Cause I speak that Jupiter rap—you can’t ground me |
| Watch Akin fly—scarred broken wing, do my thing high |
| Angel on my mic. |
| Not religious, though I’ve seen God- avenge me |
| Father on a chariot amend me |
| I’m limelight commodity, escaping the fame |
| Delusional, got grand y’all |
| Guess what I’m sayin' is the Gulf between us |
| Me and them, both dance for him |
| The blue-eyed rapist, sabers we breathin' in |
| The great divide |
| I’m caught inside all the hype and will I survive? |
| Well I’mma try, I’mma die to come back alive |
| Where preachers lie, claiming lives, pistol-whipping wives |
| We fraternizin' divides, y’all, the great divide |
| The great divide, the great divide |
| The great divide. |
| I’m caught inside all the hype and will I survive? |
| Well I’mma try, I’mma die hurt |
| The night electric when she move |
| Las Vegas to my move, you I dedicate this tune |
| Hopeless romantic blues lady in my software |
| Computer love, yeah. |
| What’s that tatted on your arm? |
| Come into my space, embrace idiot savant |
| I’m curious to chomp her that I’d travel thousand miles |
| To play the fool, play it cool, play to see you smile |
| That’s kind of cheesy right? |
| Fuck that! |
| I’m being real |
| Message sent to her that I feel |
| Forever young, dumb, we can’t time kill |
| But still sprung, wrung, speak, can’t rhyme, chill. |
| Or rather build |
| And not destroy. |
| Girl, come kiss |
| Take me by the hand, show this man joy |
| I know it’s price tags. |
| From me to you, night jetlag |
| Borders. |
| What is true? |
| I’m steadfast |
| Right there, in the blink of an I care |
| I click «Buy» on Priceline, I’m there |
| The Gulf between us. |
| You and I both need to fly |
| Experience like this priceless—hope you reply |