Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fighting Fish , by - Dessa. Song from the album Parts of Speech, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.06.2013
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Fighting Fish |
| Swimming in a snifter |
| Pretty as a picture |
| Don’t get it twisted man, her bite is a bitch |
| You can name, you can keep her |
| But take care when you feed her |
| You never can take the fight out the fish |
| Chomping at the drill bit |
| Never one to still sit |
| You can est my metal with a magnet and some tin snips |
| Ink test all I see is canines and some wing tips |
| Pilot pen in pocket I’m riding instinct and Ink jets |
| Around here we don’t like talk of big dreams |
| To stand out is a pride, a conceit |
| To aim high is to make waves to split seams |
| But that’s not what it seems like to me |
| Cause I wanna try I wanna risk |
| And i don’t wanna walk, rather swing and miss |
| I’m not above apologies but I don’t ask permissions |
| Got a lot of imperfections but I don’t count my ambition in them |
| Zeno’s Arrow never hits the mark |
| Its always hanging there over its shadow |
| Safe from battle, waste of arch- |
| Er’s time and trouble |
| Waste of effort, waste of parts |
| If you don’t aim for the center its a waste of the art |
| I didn’t come looking for love |
| I didn’t come to pick a fight |
| I didn’t come to wave or take pictures |
| Pander to some benefactor, ring on every broken finger |
| Won’t extend my wings to be clipped |
| I know the culture here is to stay humble but shit |
| If we all go round bowed heads, button-lipped |
| If never none of us go for the belt who wins |
| My mother says I’ve loved too many men |
| But I took and left something in every single bed |
| Turns his head |
| But he night might rise up, investigate the grid |
| Gender, genre, guess I’m on one |
| Both the constructs |
| Women, children let me tell you, I’ve been both |
| And Its a myth we all swim for the life boats |
| I didn’t come looking for love |
| I didn’t come looking for a fight |
| I come here every night to work |
| And you can pick an ax up, man |
| Or you can step aside. |
| Self taught, self made, bet, self styled |
| Self came |
| We march in Con |
| Own tools |
| My joints hold steady |
| Chucks laced ready |
| I travel by kite, travel |
| Touchdown |
| I make my own luck now |
| Zeno’s Arrow never hits the mark |
| It’s always hanging with its own shadow in the dark |
| It’s always hanging with its own shadow in the dark |