Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Due Time, artist - Deca. Date of issue: 24.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Due Time |
| With Archangels looking down on me from watch towers |
| I cooked up the processed blood of a poppy flower |
| An ungodly hour in the garden |
| Dreaming dreams penalized for a sin of pride against the king of kings |
| Sequencing drums some strange evening |
| In the presence of an elohim with one bat and one eagle’s wing |
| Spring was in the air, all the leaves were green |
| I was sky high seeing things, banging on a beat machine |
| Profane, cocaine, dope in the veins |
| Silver spoons, Propane flames, emotional games |
| Fame, dames, airplanes, trains, automobiles |
| Blood stained currency |
| And countless bottles of pills |
| Hit the alleyway |
| Grilled everything in sight |
| Hit the bar be polite |
| Ask her what she sees |
| When she dreams at night |
| Me I see beams of light |
| And symbols in the sky |
| Petty pusher peddling product for |
| That’s the big question |
| The rhythm sections like a second home |
| For prodigal poets who use their heart as natural metronomes |
| And set the tone with one tongue flick |
| My succubus is love sick |
| Trying to drag me down, I’m trying to uplift |
| The days pass, passed away |
| Slip into the past |
| Passé rappers want 'em back |
| Things are different that |
| Same cat’s slipping |
| Cooking dope in Hell’s Kitchen |
| Stacked enough cash to |
| Cross state lines and choose a different path |
| (hmmm…) |
| It’s like that, no it’s like this it’s like |
| This time around I’m a get it right |
| Quit rapping, get a job |
| Get a life |
| Quit the job, keep rapping |
| Shoot smack and hit the pipe |
| It’s like that, no it’s like this it’s like |
| I’m trying to see the world in a different light |
| Cool calm |
| It’s all copacetic |
| If the stars start falling |
| From heaven, I won’t sweat it |
| (uh huh) |
| The lie |
| Braggadocio disguise |
| See I wear a mask like you |
| Don’t be so surprised |
| All I know is the whole wide world’s polarized |
| And we go from lows to highs |
| On a roller coaster ride |
| When I backslide |
| I do it in style |
| And live via cliche |
| Like the future is now |
| Life in excess |
| Death in moderation |
| Non complacent |
| Engaged in a conversation |
| With laymans |
| While time is wasting away |
| You’ve got too much to prove |
| Me too |
| When they sleep on the kid |
| I get salty as seafood |
| But |
| These industry dudes is see through |
| I refuse to buy into the fantasy too |
| Sipping cheap booze |
| My head’s spinning like a dervish dancer |
| Dreaming dreams |
| Some strange evening in the presence of an elohim |
| Bad joke, flat broke |
| High class |
| Living in a shack with large rats |
| And feed on small dogs for light snacks |
| (FUCK) |
| It’s like that, no it’s like this it’s like |
| This time around I’m a get it right |
| Quit rapping, get a job |
| Get a life |
| Quit the job, keep rapping |
| Shoot smack and hit the pipe |
| It’s like that, no it’s like this it’s like |
| I’m trying to see the world in a different light |
| Cool calm |
| It’s all copacetic |
| If the stars start falling |
| From heaven, I won’t sweat it |
| (uh huh) |