Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Run , by - Dark Time Sunshine. Song from the album Vessel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.04.2010
Record label: AZavala Music (ASCAP)
Song language: English
Run |
| Architect like Audi would mind |
| You need to write down what you saw |
| Just as soon as the dreams out of time |
| Don’t wanna forget what you saw do you? |
| (Nope) |
| Every single note that you jot down could lead forth and continue through |
| What made you relapse in the same setting |
| Segway into every place you’ve been |
| While asleep from childhood to bedding |
| What you are able to willing to see with open mind |
| We are the soundtrack of HEAVEN SPACE AND MANKIND |
| Able to flatline without taking a life |
| An ordinary orbit, orbison and pet shop like |
| A touch of afterlife so I ever survive |
| You don’t believe in anything except how to provide |
| After the limey light, can’t seem to get it tight |
| Maybe we’re built for only loneliness and cold fright. |
| This is the only mindstate we’ve ever been to. |
| Except that you don’t know what you about to get into (AWAKE) |
| Is what you oughta be you gotta be wanderin round when walking with me |
| Eventually you gotta (RUN RUN) |
| Soak the streets as we wander upon these instrumentals |
| Tamper with physical proof that there’s unusual |
| Things that we can’t explain, GOOD, as well as, BAD, Medium |
| Palm reader like lines that tell you how long you have |
| Along with astrologists, terrors on the shore all the way to miracles happen in |
| all 34 |
| Follow a star it takes you north but don’t forget to bring a gift |
| Me and Zavala be the score and soundtrack that laces all of this |
| Cadillac, Audi, Porsche, Corvett and a Peacoat |
| For when you take a bulletrain all the way to a stage coach |
| R.E.M. |
| Midnight Oil, Red Denim Trousers |
| With a Velvet Fedora and some Binoculars for close browsers |
| You mean browsing? |
| Yes chap that’s what I meant |
| Rat-a-tat like sin to the ment |
| Conditions when poppin a wheelie on my paper route we hittin ya door |
| The news wrapped up in black in white, what more could you ask for? |
| We like that RCA dog upon your phono |
| Craftmanship is thought too in mono and put to blow you |
| Out of the way, a speaker exterior when it’s stereo |
| Scenario, itwasario, No Heart, Burial Fuel |
| Indian Fossils form matter to flow rancid |
| Cohen to Luger built for the passive to spin you backwards |
| We’re lettin the never lease out my mechanical pencil |
| Now I use a G1 as my main writing Utensil. |
| OKAY |