Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mini Brute , by - Doomtree. Song from the album All Hands, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.04.2015
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Mini Brute |
| I came on my own two feet |
| I left with the gasoline |
| Walk back to my breakdown |
| It came like a passing breeze |
| Never know where it’s taking me |
| Patience, push that function |
| Just ain’t working now |
| But I’ll work it out |
| I’ll work it out |
| Find me up with the art |
| In the back of the building |
| Installation creates the spaces I’m filling |
| Still as dust, sculpted to beauty |
| Sore dead, catch em zone at the ceiling |
| They better off cause my corona burn they retina |
| Warn with lecture so of course they all ignored it |
| They toss the board, pieces on the floor |
| Games blown like so many tops |
| Cool, calm, collect two hundred more, ride til last stop |
| Lose the key, choose to sleep instead of waking up with me |
| Up to me, chosen few |
| Chose to be over you |
| Greener green, better view |
| Pick a beat, spit it true |
| Choke it down, cough it up |
| Are we on that next or what |
| Is we up to healthy shit or nah, pro’lly better off |
| Up with art on the side of the building |
| Inspiration creates the race that I’m winning |
| We livin and breathin in dust |
| Yeah, they livin in it and they keepin it shut |
| I’m bout to live it up or live for what |
| On and on |
| Mind yourself -- the water’s deep |
| Close to dawn |
| Now’s the time we earn our keep |
| Rifle sleeping in my hand |
| Enough dynamite to blow the dam |
| So catch me if you |
| Catch me if you |
| Catch me if you can |
| Picking up the bottle when the water’s coming over me |
| Giving up the father when he’s done with the sword in the stone |
| Boarded-up homes, cord in the phone, no dial tone |
| Caller unknown, I’m falling to you, dry and alone |
| With no sign of the wall |
| I got this stone in my hands |
| So catch me |
| Catch me |
| Catch me if you can |
| The setup was a stunner |
| Never saw the gunner coming |
| Spent that summer in the gutter |
| Look at that, it got me by the numbers |
| Whole city got me out of line |
| Busy bodies, idle minds |
| Left me with a novel look, I title mine |
| «How to Look Like You’re Not Shook and Still Look Like a Rolling Dice |
| Cooler Than the Polar but Colder Nights» |
| Goddamn that couldn’t hold up |
| Stay calm, foot on |
| Napalm, rev up |
| Get gone, red line, hang on, time up |
| Function friction, fix shit, break it |
| Pump that fiction, nothing’s sacred |
| Aces wild but faces flush in |
| Pace and style, no baseless punches |
| I came with the dying breed, never knew we had to bleed |
| City kids don’t love that, mini brute tough act |
| Stunt what? |
| All that, bump up all we got is ours now plus yours, jump back! |