Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hi-Fi, artist - Dream Mclean. Album song Greyscale, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mercury, Mta
Song language: English
Hi-Fi |
| Higher temperatures, I am meant for this |
| Riding on an icicle in a December mist |
| I’m feeling blessed with bliss, I’ve got my pencil gripped |
| Tryna write about what’s left of this |
| Cause what’s right is wrong, so what’s left is best |
| When only your heartbeat and breath is left |
| There ain’t nothing clearer than cleanliness |
| That’s why the doctors say «clear» when they press your chest |
| Cleanse your sins, cleanse your sense |
| Forget a press ticket, whose event is this? |
| And I am not on the list for the guests |
| But I guess you could be my guest if I guessed the list |
| 24 missed calls, 9 messages |
| How’d I wake up next to this? |
| Are you tryna string me along? |
| And if so, what’s the length of it? |
| How long is a piece of string? |
| I can smell burning |
| How long was the pizza in? |
| But I don’t give a-, censorship |
| Shit, I’m in the next abyss |
| Filled up to the brim with emptiness |
| And that’s the strength of it, and so I guess this is |
| This is it (This is it, my nigga, this is it) |
| My eyes are open now (This is it, my nigga, yeah, this is it) |
| This is it, yeah |
| They can’t hold us down, it’s over now |
| Where the fuck did I put it? |
| When the fuck did I last have it? |
| Fuck’s sake |
| Alone, on my own, just zoning |
| Don’t know where my phone is, home is where the heart is |
| Fuck it, then I’m homeless, heartless bastard |
| Fuck it, I don’t know if my daddy noticed |
| That his son is fully grown yet, fuck it, I should phone him |
| I ain’t got his number, all I’ve got is Mum’s one |
| All I need is that and a toilet with a plunger |
| To get rid of this shit, knowing I’ll regret it |
| If I mess it with my chick, still I’m messing with this bit |
| Who’s a seven at best, maybe seven and a bit |
| On a good day, but this is a bad day |
| I’m using a beer bottle as a flipping ashtray |
| Convincing myself I’m winning in this rat race |
| And that mirror’s just a picture of a sad face |
| Listen to my damn pain, feeling smaller than the pin’s point |
| André feeling Outkast in a room full of 3000 Big Bois |
| Feeling like a skinny kid, wishing that I did 'roids |
| Feeling like a wasteman, wishing I was employed |
| Like I’m on my deathbed, wishing that I enjoyed life |
| While I coulda done, shoulda woulda done |
| Listen to the bass, listen to the drums |
| Have you ever had a dream |
| That you were being chased but couldn’t run? |