Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nest, artist - E-dubble. Album song hip-hop is good, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Record label: Evan Wallace
Song language: English
Nest |
I just broke the nest |
And I just shit on the mold |
And I can’t wait to be old |
And have with no regrets and rebuild that nest |
But in the meantime, I’mma Oh cause I need mine |
Oats get felt 'till I’m old like |
And that motherfucker’s old |
I hope I make it that far. |
I probably won’t |
Wheat bread, O.J. |
I’m feeling that |
Just a sprinkle on my eggs then I’m no my way |
Looking for a new day |
Yesterday wasn’t shit and today looks the same |
Everyone’s got a boat, but that shit won’t float |
When the city goes broke everyones unpaid |
And the people need aid |
Citizenry so desperate even atheists pray |
People doing it for self. |
Never mind brothers help |
That end crumbles you’ll be looking for blade |
Cause the guns are all taken |
What you thought was your wealth just turns into paper |
Hating every other person that you see |
Cause they got a loaf of bread and you want something to eat |
You want something to be, and you want something to do |
But when nobody’s talking, nobody can tell the truth |
I’m gone… |
I just broke the nest |
And I just shit on the mold |
And I can’t wait to be old |
And have with no regrets and rebuild that nest |
But in the meantime I stay cold like freon |
King of the castle. |
No lasso. |
No peon |
That’s why I like to keep my eyes closed |
Cause I’m trying to help these words get a life and keep going |
I spit the true story. |
We came for glory |
We came from more than what a bucket can hold |
We trying to feed a village while avoiding the pillage |
But I heard it’s kind of tough when those suckers are loaded |
You see they got this fire. |
They use this fire |
To keep us blind to our thoughts, our desires |
On a hire plane. |
Yeah, we tame these liars |
We got our water. |
Mother-fuck your fire |
We keep on banging. |
Those bells keep ranging |
Our people could go home, but no they’re staying |
The clock keeps ringing and the time keeps changing |
Smiles everywhere; |
you wouldn’t think that it was raining |
Fuck that sunlight. |
Look at this gun fight |
Muzzle flash, blast. |
Fireworks looks fun, right? |
Fourth of July we’re getting high |
We dig those graves |
Looks like we took for granted those good old days |
And I’m gone… |
I just broke the nest |
And I just shit on the mold |
And I can’t wait to be old |
And have with no regrets and rebuild that nest |
But in the meantime, I glow neon like |
A light so bright it’ll shine for the eons |
And that’s why I keep my eyes closed |
Cause that shit’ll scorch my retina if I try to keep 'em open |
One of those times you can’t keep your voice from shaking |
Inflection breaks pace and you can’t be faking |
You wish you were. |
Overanalyzing things |
That you did before. |
Back when making a mistake |
Was just his or hers. |
It didn’t matter. |
Fuzzy math |
Chalk it up to dumb youth. |
The fact that your ass |
Was in college. |
Any major fuck ups that happened |
Line 'em up in a column. |
Title that shit knowledge |
It’s like a free pass. |
The best endorsement |
To force kids into getting A’s on reports |
It’s an invite to la-la land |
Where the glass in greener than Jim Cricket on an HD screen |
Like when Ready to Die was remastered |
Sure it sounds good, but the '94 version was the classic |
I can’t go back, and neither can you |
So just deal with it. |
Heal quick and heed the truth |
The truth is the proof ain’t up in the jello |
It’s when the drama builds up with the strings of the cello |
And regrets take a back seat to waking up fresh |
Open up the blinds looking at the sun saying «Hello» |
And maybe that sounds cliche. |
But maybe cliche’s okay |
Cause lately we’ve been searching for reason |
And even though we can’t see or touch it |
I can hear it, and it’s breathing |