Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Running With Blades , by - E-dubble. Song from the album Reset, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.11.2012
Record label: Black Paisley
Song language: English
Running With Blades |
| No razor blade under the tongue |
| No noose tied round my neck |
| I tied a shoestring to that knife |
| And prayed one day I would feel that threat |
| But that day just would not come- |
| So I put the knife on that shelf |
| I had become what I feared the most |
| Looking in the mirror I don’t see myself |
| It’s grayscales, recongnition is permissive |
| And right now it seems that I don’t really have permission |
| I tied my hands by myself with my mouth |
| Now I’m bound by my words and |
| And they bound to come out |
| Top down’s not an issue |
| I don’t have a whip, cept' the one I beat myself with |
| Puglistic fit |
| Nuts enough to go Kliscko. |
| 85 and 0 |
| Tryna ohh, potato vodka’s a no, no, so |
| I try to keep it one hunid sitting in the burbs |
| Where nobody recognizes me, lacking on the herb |
| So replace it with another vice |
| Legal kind this time, enough to kill a horse off |
| Warsaw type crime |
| Embellish til' I’m Belly up, absent tee problems |
| I’ve been fighting with myself for 10 years to try and solve them |
| 82 to 2012 build up to the grandiose |
| They think I’m a replicant, wait until the overdose |
| Of overeducated, never hesitated extroverts |
| Public servants serving the public that’s just a fucking joke |
| 4 years can’t start a revolution |
| So fuck a presidential election let’s let em' boo em' |
| Til' the PAC funds dry up, Cold Bears rise up |
| Christie when I bully shit, Obama when I wise up |
| My trigger fingers for the varmints when I’m feeling gully |
| The bigger picture still can linger but it’s getting blurry |
| Lonestar state, ready for whatever fightin' pennsatucky luck |
| I’ll trade a bullet for a sweater |
| …never hate, cuz' my cheeks stay turnt |
| Even though I been burnt keep the swagger on learnt |
| on my own two feet… I cut these teeth |
| I get aggy I get sad, I get happy I eat beef |
| Dodge chickens… respect and love women |
| At the bottom of the barrel the pharoh is not living |
| Not blessed by no fraud, but blessed to stay hard |
| Knock off any chest that’s pressed to bogart |
| No flexing, no jawing, chuck bark don’t start |
| Put the SNL cast on blast when I star |
| musical guest, and comical host |
| Cue cards are not cute, the drugs dope |
| But not mine… this script is unkind |
| So passionately natural with buds of my kind |
| I smoke that new hope, turn that next page |
| I’ll blaze on the day when I feel we’re all paid |
| reperations for those that can’t say it |
| Philip k. |
| dick dickens for those who hate hate |
| I love who love’s love, the next day will come |
| Pray to your god, I pray to that sun, in that way I’m frayed no star and no |
| funds |
| The kool aid is done, who stays and who run’s |