Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Permanent Midnight, artist - Dirty Dike. Album song Acrylic Snail, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Permanent Midnight |
Sat in a car park doing lighter gas in Year 8 |
Didn’t like the maths that we’re made to learn |
And inside I had a weird hate (Weird hate) |
So I sat by the side of the train tracks |
Late at night and each day (Each day) |
I supply the unique that you want |
You supply the cliché (Cliché!) |
Stupid in the face |
Using the space in the room |
Shooting a stake in the womb |
You could see my cape in the moon |
You could be in space in a suit |
And still feel a little bit of hate from the tune |
Taking the piss |
Taking the landfill site full of shit |
Breaking the ribs |
Breaking the crib |
Break in the train yard naked |
And paint on my dick |
Yeah |
Don’t worry about the time |
It’s permanent midnight around here always |
Skets hanging out in the hallways |
Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets |
Why talk like your claws ain’t corn flakes |
Goin' around gas about your bait court case |
All day, all day, all day |
Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face |
Roll up, roll up, roll up |
Two for one, and point seven on a weekday |
Two foot skank with the Devil on your shoulder blade |
The boy’s clever on a replay |
DJ, DJ (DJ) |
Please, mate, how’re you gonna come with that shit? |
You cat shit |
I ain’t gonna teach you to behave so I go paint |
Stuffing the tins in a bag |
Love’s on a singular plan |
Love’s a ridiculous slag |
Pumping my fist in the air |
For the drugs in my system and damn |
I don’t wanna spend my life in the pig house |
I don’t wanna smell like ham |
I don’t want a slut with a big mouth fucking about with my plans |
Love for the gang |
Thrusting my nuts in the lamb |
Man, I just come with a bang |
Jump and I land |
Slump when I’m drunk and I stand |
Man it’s just something I am |
I don’t give a fuck, I’m the man |
Fuck ton of drugs in a bag |
Punching your mum and your dad, man |
Michael Jackson, I’m bad |
Snatch the mic from your hand |
Yeah |
Don’t worry about the time |
It’s permanent midnight around here always |
Skets hanging out in the hallways |
Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets |
Why talk like your claws ain’t corn flakes |
Goin' about your bait court case |
All day, all day, all day |
Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face |