| My Mecca of motivation is facing destruction
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| Develop growing hatred, the face of seduction
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| My patience erupted, now my liberation’s
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| Abducted, living through this name I’ve constructed
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| Not paid, so reluctant. |
| Sucked into darkness
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| A place where I couldn’t give a fuck if your heart’s with us Half your love doesn’t even compare
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| To the energy I get from an enemy’s stare
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| Is anyone there? |
| I’m short of replies
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| I’m starved with nothing to feed off in this Lord of the Flies
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| I’m cornered by tribes of doubt without an escape
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| I’m screaming and shouting louder to get out of this place
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| Looking out on the space, thinking, «How the fuck did this happen?»
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| I thought I would’ve kept on rapping till my lungs are collapsing
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| But I’m lacking all inspiration, racking my brain
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| I want it to be just like how they had it back in the day
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| Stuck in the timeless thought
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| Brought up to think my dreams are made
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| From the future, but of course the suckers were wrong
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| As I pulling the bong bubble
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| My thought’s on a course inspired from a song
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| Cos everything I think of stems from the past
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| Learn from my idols not from a paid teacher in class
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| My heroes weren’t rock stars or sport celebrities
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| The truth’d be, I look up to my friends and family
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| I’m thanking everyone who gave me a chance
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| Who gave me a hand, when my head was stuck in the sand
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| To my Mum and my Dad, for their eternal love
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| My brothers, cousins, uncles, aunties and my little godson
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| You’re the reason and drive, why I put up with these critics
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| Take the disses and see very low financial figures
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| I’m saying, «Thanks mate and your family, without you
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| I probably hang on the streets with the bong crew.»
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| Deep in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
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| Last asleep, but the first up, (Taking it’s toll)
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| But we keep moving further. |
| (We'll never fold)
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| We just roll and we roll and we roll and we roll
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| But we’re deep in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
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| Last asleep, but the first up, (Taking it’s toll)
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| But we keep moving further. |
| (We'll never fold)
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| We just roll and we roll and we roll and we roll
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| Never gonna quit this biz, it’s too far gone
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| I walk the monumental step like my name was Neil Armstrong
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| One giant leap for mankind, nothing major
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| Syllabolik, historically I find a later
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| It’s time for the peeps now, I feel this deep down
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| Echoing through your soul, now feel the rebound
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| Piercing your heart, now open your eyes
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| And light, your like near-death when you’re showing the lie
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| Cos I spitting these lessons of the Stairway to Heaven
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| So, the gods can hear my call, when I’m no longer present
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| I got a penchant for dramatics, but never mistake my lyrics
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| Be the cogs turning that will instigate change
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| Every phrase, every verse, every word, every sound
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| Every little bit of shit that’s coming out my mouth
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| So get on down kid, yeah
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| Drapht, Downsyde, Layla
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| Singing Da da da da Deep in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
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| Last asleep, but the first up, (Taking it’s toll)
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| But we keep moving further. |
| (We'll never fold)
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| We just roll and we roll and we roll and we roll
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| But we’re deep in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
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| Last asleep, but the first up, (Taking it’s toll)
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| But we keep moving further. |
| (We'll never fold)
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| We just roll and we roll and we roll and we roll
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| The days, we’re all getting older
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| The nights, it’s all getting colder
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| I need a shoulder to cry on Hear the call of the lion lost in Zion, Babylon
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| Perth city, stand with me, march with me Laugh with me and fight with me Sip a drink from this cup and live forever
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| Listen to this song, it’ll all be better
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| See, the road we chose ain’t covered in gold
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| It’s smothered with blood and then covered with love
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| It’s the Wiz that I want, cos I need a heart
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| I need to be brave to face the past
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| I’m inspired by life, cos these words I write
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| Are non-fiction, listen to the wisdom
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| A reactions all preordained
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| Once you make a choice, things’ll never be the same
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| Welcome to the explanation for the waited on one
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| Patience push us, slash voodoo cushion with a half vacant tongue
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| Casting the plaque of an aardvark scums
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| Wasting spirit like gum, bust up of our lies |
| More undown and tied than a car park
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| Hated mirrors, the first a slump and the last up A dark angel number one
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| Steer to the ground, I’m a stark naked souls
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| Unfolding now, so, come and fill my gaping holes
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| I staple peeled feathers to doubt and once blazing coals
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| Pillaging this staff of clues and treasures
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| I’m still missing, pulls your path like carcass lepers
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| Or six-year-old girls left a piss glass
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| In African deserts, I’m a split vases searching for my petals
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| Before I tip the basket in Harping on one string, far from laughing with inspiration
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| In fact I think he’s taken my man on a lont
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| Cos he’s passionately groping her curves as I’m deferred
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| Hanging for hope, struck high, caught up in moping
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| Can’t even teach myself the ropes I’ll tire
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| Nah, you’re coping, revising bring me eager reason
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| When I’m pinched and I’m bleeding, I’m like, «La, you’re here breathing.»
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| But it’s clearly eating away at chips
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| And I apologise, I only wish I had some advice for you kids
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| Deep in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
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| Last asleep, but the first up, (Taking it’s toll)
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| But we keep moving further. |
| (We'll never fold)
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| We just roll and we roll and we roll and we roll
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| But we’re deep in inertia (Stuck in the cold)
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| Last asleep, but the first up, (Taking it’s toll)
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| But we keep moving further. |
| (We'll never fold)
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| We just roll and we roll and we roll and we roll |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Inspiration Island, artist - Drapht. Album song Who Am I?, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп