Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rebuild, artist - E-dubble. Date of issue: 16.07.2015
Song language: English
Rebuild |
| I see these pictures on the wall |
| And the people look upset |
| And they all look full of regret |
| Because they can’t escape the frame |
| Well I’m no lame, I’ll break it into pieces |
| Show me a system you know I’ll beat it |
| Life is like legos, gotta keep building |
| Smash that building, THEN REBUILD IT |
| Once the peacoat come off, the pomade come out; |
| The drums get rung out; |
| the words get sung out |
| I’m cold. |
| Rockin' a Snuggie. |
| I’m so bold |
| With a fist in the air, I promise I won’t fold |
| I won’t' stop either. |
| Trippin' off ether |
| Musta been that boom-bap that knocked him on his keister |
| Or that Bruce Springsteen |
| Reaganomics baby bubba, so you know I’m a fiend |
| I was dreaming bout songs that they didn’t even make yet |
| Rip the mic' on my Fisher Price tape deck |
| Check out my melody. |
| I wanna go ape-shit |
| Clappin' to Tracy Chapman in the basement |
| No genres; |
| just a lot of new soul |
| That rhythm nation gave that little dude hope |
| Can’t cope. |
| No dope — no ill shit |
| Feelings coming back cause you know we gon' rebuild it |
| We breathe life, dodge pain, and sing loud |
| Egalitarian constructs we kings now |
| We’re not pions. |
| The type of shit we on — |
| — is cold shoulder bold. |
| No mold. |
| We stay freon |
| So we’re liquid, but still viscous |
| When shit breaks we ain’t looking for a quick fix |
| This ain’t 8th grade science class, dip-shit |
| Chemistry’s organic; |
| can it with the Bisquick |
| We stay hungry; |
| pancakes for handshakes |
| No hang overs. |
| The buzz becomes mandate |
| Rebuild bridges. |
| Send out the pigeons |
| Carry the words. |
| We purge what’s divisive |
| And reunite when the lightning strikes |
| No Ben Franks |
| , but that’s how you know the price is right |
| We tie keys to kites, and let 'em spark up |
| Dreams become real; |
| congeal like Don Darko |
| They throwing stones like they’re running out of ammo |
| We going hard like motherfucking Rambo |
| But no first blood, and no virgins |
| They put the fine print in motherfucking cursive |
| They’re tryna trick us, but we’re in Comic Sans |
| Lower cased — we don’t overstate the common man |
| It’s no big deal; |
| it’s just music right? |
| Maybe yes, maybe no, maybe use it right? |
| I know I’m trying to. |
| I know you’re trying too |
| Find peace, find love, find Bonaroo |
| But it’s a contradiction when the hate is felt |
| You should prolly talk shit, and try and take the belt |
| But the belt means shit when you zoom out |
| That top spot might as well be a tomb now |
| You find weakness, turn it into strength |
| Build a foundation to bury all the hate- till we’re home |
| And the lights get cut on, we all in as they play the fight song |
| We toast drinks while we right where we wronged |
| In with the good air, bad air be gone |
| But unfiltered we are not stilted |
| Double entendres will be not jilted |
| Cuz' we love the love that we live for |
| Concrete set but yet we still build more |