Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Five Alive, artist - Doomtree. Date of issue: 24.02.2020
Song language: English
Five Alive |
| Shambles as a rule |
| Tangled like |
| Chasing a train |
| But still look cool |
| Somehow still limp along |
| So fly that it feels like a strut |
| Like glitter on a black eye |
| Or tattoos over scars |
| Keeping all flames lit |
| When the breeze 5 alarm |
| Bet tho |
| Fresh coat of Rusto |
| Flat black (yeah duh) |
| Tight bolts, Presto |
| Till the bell tolls really |
| Till my knees and my speech goes silly |
| Till it reach that hilltop spread |
| With the views and the truth |
| Get whole, break bread |
| Been ready, been set |
| Been chilly, been dead |
| All the way live tho |
| By some twist of energy I’m alive |
| And I can’t just not |
| I’m head first, dive in |
| I was really dripping |
| Thinking there was peace to ink in |
| Guess I had fallen on my own pen |
| Writing «do you» |
| Now I’m really bending |
| Guessing Every sword is double edged |
| Never thought that art was war |
| Cut cord |
| I wonder |
| Do you too? |
| My friend he’s all heart |
| It’s on sleeve |
| He’s all hurt |
| He’s all art |
| He’s won’t speak |
| It decorates his arms |
| My girl she’s all work |
| She’s no sleep |
| She’s all hurt |
| She’s all art |
| She won’t grieve |
| It decorates my house |
| These tattoos don’t say much to you |
| Wake me up in the middle of a night terror |
| Im scared but these tats don’t talk me down |
| Safe arms & my fists can’t fight fair |
| Ghost Dad? |
| Nah son that’s Dadface to you |
| Left & right |
| Life or death, Aztec, more than skin deep, sacrifice the blood to you |
| Lines connect the scars like connect the dots, got 8 for my crew |
| Ink for my dead big sis center of the chest spot right where her heart went stop |
| Off tha RIP half dead plenty mizer |
| Pound foolish & a Pennywiser |
| Glucometer high but now my veins don’t pump that saccharin, fentanyl, Pfizer |
| Leave it running |
| Leave the keys in it |
| If I ain’t back in a minute, gun it |
| You can go and keep it |
| I got both feet on the gas |
| Something to prove, nothing to lose |
| Extra room in the back |
| Little petty cash |
| In the petticoat |
| So if the getaway’s gone |
| I’m still ready though |
| Hold steady on the straightaway, fast as fuck |
| Then it’s pencils down because the 8 bar’s up |
| Autumn walks along the woods |
| Hardest talks about the past |
| Always saying if I could’ve |
| Always ending in the glass |
| Only friends are finish last types |
| Soda jerks that miss the glass |
| All they ever did was gas light |
| No reverse… hit the gas |
| It’ll last, it’ll stay |
| The medicine is fast |
| The bed is never made |
| Head is in the past |
| Telling me to stay |
| Risk it all now? |
| Edit, let it fade |
| Edit edit, get it, gut it now |
| Check my night light, it ain’t coming down |
| Write for the night, I’m living, loving |
| Running, drilling, I did my bed, I’m done and gone |
| My friend he’s all heart |
| It’s on sleeve |
| He’s all hurt |
| He’s all art |
| He’s won’t speak |
| It decorates his arms |
| My girl she’s all work |
| She’s no sleep |
| She’s all hurt |
| She’s all art |
| She won’t grieve |
| It decorates my house |