Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Solitude, artist - Emay. Date of issue: 17.11.2014
Song language: English
Solitude |
| The same view Lenin imagined |
| Pen to the canvas, solitude |
| I ain’t even in that state with the same name |
| It’s like the legend of Kansas |
| I’m really in misery |
| Envision dim symmetry |
| The balance that I seek is due to the imbalance that I keep |
| Hidden in, the day breaks with me and |
| That is why I sleep |
| When the sun rises my demise is, awake |
| Funeral, all black everything |
| But black’s beautiful |
| So maybe that death was breath |
| And the darkness is really what consumes that cubicle |
| Mundanity defeats one’s sanity, but the beats, are like a crack in the window |
| when it creaks |
| 'Cause it takes me to a peak |
| So peep |
| I ain’t tryna be a sheep, no Bo-Peep |
| So when life slow blows try to slow-mo creep I don’t load fo-fo's I do |
| Four for Jeep like |
| The same view Lenin imagined |
| Pen to the canvas, solitude |
| The same view Lenin imagined |
| Pen to the canvas, solitude |
| My mother doesn’t believe in me |
| Wondering why I, can’t just conform and live a life of decency |
| Never A+ student only decent C’s |
| Only bitterness and |
| Tears never peek and see |
| And comparing me to peers, so none of these bars bare happiness |
| Stop preparing me to Cheers, I’m weary and I barely |
| Need a beer |
| Going in and out of jobs like odd ones |
| I’m disengaged, far from merry |
| My altar faltered when I couldn’t alter and sacrifice, maybe I’ll be |
| Frowning in an after life |
| If so, so be it |
| I’m hoping this party don’t get corrupted, so Soviet |
| But most don’t see it, see his, cause evidence |
| Smiles |
| Disappear so it’s imminent |
| Eminence, I don’t really seek anymore |
| Super Mario N64 infinite staircase |
| My main aims to my right side |
| Flamethrower to my left side |
| At the moment runnin in the middle so maybe I’ll quit rapping when it |
| penetrates the left eye |
| But I’m a keep pushing til I get by |
| That’s the train of thought, how I train the thots |
| No peace but I’m tryna obtain a plot |
| To build something worth dying for |
| Time flies might die in four |
| Do I mean minutes or hours |
| The clock swings are impenetrable |
| The same view Lenin imagined |
| Pen to the canvas, solitude |
| The same view Lenin imagined |
| Pen to the canvas, solitude |
| Can’t beat it |
| Too much chaos is why I jack mics and why I rap nice |
| A white world, black dice |
| Knees already sore I ain’t |
| Tryna ask Christ |
| Every step is the last flight |
| Oceanic, 815 but I don’t even panic |
| Let the plane split |
| Maybe I’ll gain more courage but the same wit |
| Assuming I don’t die in the process |
| Transforming «I can"s out of «not-yet"s |
| But not yet |
| I made cowardice |
| The shell of a snail is hard but powerless |
| Never more slow, sloth-like |
| So I had to lean left to talk right |
| And I used to hate politics, until I seen how the stroke of a pen contains |
| dominance |
| So I’m tellin them be honest because you ain’t beyond this |
| This song is, armed with, sounds of the place I seek |