Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song $4 Vic / Nothing but You + Me (FTL), artist - El-P.
Date of issue: 30.11.2016
Song language: English
$4 Vic / Nothing but You + Me (FTL) |
Still in Brooklyn |
Lullabies chime crooked |
For the harrowed and the shook-en |
Back to dose me |
Back to hold the high closely |
For the sparrows and the butchers |
See the blood moon hunters moon hear the howling |
For the habit and the hammered and the cowering |
In the magic with the haunted and the doubted |
There are ghosts here |
There’s a presence there’s a power |
For the tightrope over tank with the piranhas |
For the frazzled its a moment its a promise |
To be broke down to be lowdown to be honest |
Another showdown with the woozy and the conscious |
For the aggy with the baggy with the bottle |
With a smile with a sip with a swallow |
And don’t you ever try to say that you’re not one of us, my love |
We are the touched |
We are entrusted with the same tomorrow |
(Till I get there) |
I’m still living like a four dollar vic. |
(Jumping off the world) |
(Till I get there) |
A lot of trouble four a little bit of win. |
(Jumping off the world) |
(Until I get there) |
In the gasoline and sulfur in the sin. |
(Jumping off the world) |
(Until I get there) |
You cannot throw me in the briar patch, bitch |
That is where I live |
(Jumping off the world) |
This album is dedicated to Camu Tao |
And this goes out to the… |
To the maniacs |
And aristocrat grifters |
To the zealots |
To the monarchs |
What up brainiacs? |
Compulsively acidic rainiacs |
Repulsively predictable painiacs |
To the liars |
For the devils night fires |
Same to you too town cryer |
Top O’the morning morbid |
Quite a day we’re having gorgeous |
Salutations unimportant |
Hello uninspired |
I thought I’d drop on by and wish you all the luck desired |
I wish you all the souls your little mouth can tuck inside |
You’ll always be that special part of me |
That loves to dine on grinning void |
So flirty touches dizzy lust I must imbibe |
And what a team we made |
There’s nothing we can’t justify |
But I am the son disgust entrusted with the undefined |
And I can no longer contain whats under my disguise |
I’ve always had the cancer for the cure |
That’s what the fuck am I |
(Till I get there) |
I’m still living like a four dollar vick. |
(Jumping off the world) |
(Till I get there) |
A lot of trouble four a little bit of win. |
(Jumping off the world) |
(Until I get there) |
In the gasoline and sulfur in the sin. |
(Jumping off the world) |
(Until I get there) |
You cannot throw me in the briar patch, bitch |
That is where I live |
(Jumping off the world) |
I know there’s |
Something good that I’d die here for |
Something great that I’d live here for |
Something fly that I’d write for you |
Something wrong that I’d bite you for |
Something sick that you’d cure me of |
Something said to make sure you’re loved |
Some of us cannot trust no one |
Some of us don’t deserve no trust |
Nothing wrong with not being strong |
Nothing says we need to beat what’s wrong |
Nothing manmade remains made long |
That’s a debt we can’t back out of |
Nothing that they can take from you |
Nothing that they can do to me |
Nothing I wouldn’t do for you |
Nothing left here but you and me |
There’s nothing they would do for you, differently |
They’re not even listening |
They don’t even glean what we’re existing in |
There’s nothing here but love and you |
Groveling, look what they’re accomplishing |
The systematic gods have all demolished it |
But I’ve never felt so brave |
As when I’m looking at your face |
They can decimate my body |
But my heart will not disgrace |
They can torture and interrogate |
And shackle to my boot |
I will gnaw off my own leg |
And hop the fuck right back to you |