Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Time , by - Deca. Release date: 22.09.2013
Song language: English
Big Time |
| Look at me |
| I’m doing things |
| I’m big time |
| I’m flat broke |
| Troubadour |
| My head hurts |
| Doing things |
| Doing things |
| Broke, Stressed, Hopeless, Fresh out the Ocean’s depths |
| Overslept, woke up in a cold sweat, soaking wet |
| Below the threshold, too breathed to get the full effects |
| And when the sun shines you can feel it in your solar plex- |
| (Is) it all a dream? |
| (yes) |
| Is it all in vain? |
| (no) |
| Pulling out a brainchild with forceps is painful |
| Think big, aim high, entertain angels |
| Stay gold and disdainful of the «same old» |
| «He's got a good song he’s got a certain style |
| Every goddess on the planet wants to have his child» |
| (Wow) |
| Thinking out loud, exhaling brown clouds |
| My guns go |
| Your guns go pow pow |
| They’re not figurative, I don’t throw stones |
| I aim high and shoot holes in the ozone |
| I got big plans, to do big things |
| To spit pristine sixteens and live dreams |
| Look at me |
| The pipe dream |
| I’m doing things |
| My music bangs |
| (Mmm… I’m Deca One, Yeah) |
| Look at me |
| I’m doing things |
| I’m big time |
| I’m flat broke |
| Troubadour |
| My head hurts |
| Doing things |
| Doing things |
| (Ahh) |
| These sneak thieves trying to snatch what I got |
| I took the product off the table and put it back in my sock |
| Take a page out my book, sign your name to the top |
| Take the hand you hold the mic with and place it on the chopping block |
| I’ll lop it off, watch it drop and leak fluid |
| Like your pop’s old Buick, Judas, first you gotta go through this |
| You gotta make sure your back’s strong |
| I did everything they glorify in rap songs |
| Made a fast buck, hubris, space drums |
| Gassed up by an opportunist with a snake’s tongue |
| Sounds dubious, catching blown kisses from a cutie’s lip |
| Acting out scenes from a movie script |
| I play a man that overslept, woke up in a cold sweat |
| Soaking wet and got dressed, grabbed his coat and left |
| By day he swallows pride and tries not to choke to death |
| By night he dreams little dreams of the Ocean’s depths |
| Look at me |
| I’m pressing buttons |
| I’m doing things |
| My music bangs |
| (Mmm… Huh? Yeah, Yeah) |
| Look at me |
| I’m doing things |
| I’m big time |
| I’m flat broke |
| Troubadour |
| My head hurts |
| Doing things |
| Doing things |