Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song decapitated orgasms, artist - Five Deez. Album song Koolmotor, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ample Soul
Song language: English
decapitated orgasms |
(Infinte, enough |
Not again, come on, come on |
Gotta go, fo' sure, fo' sure |
I can’t move, can you look it down? |
Lift it up, move out, move out |
Prob’ly can’t, come on, come on |
Closer, cause I’m out, I’m out |
I’m leavin', you know I’m leavin) |
People tight like spandex |
Thought I was the man next |
After the badge who submitted |
Got locked down |
Baby knocked down all the walls |
That led straight to Ohio |
The heart of it all and place |
Where I started to fall |
She had a body of heaven or hell |
I can’t tell |
Cause her ass say 'Hey!' |
But her smile say 'What?' |
(Say what?) |
Cut to the chase |
That I never could catch |
Just gettin' caught up |
In soft skin and hard luck |
(Stuck) in between tryin' to stick |
And makin' my pick |
Feelin' more like a brick |
As every day went by |
I would try to let her know |
But she knew how to play |
Those love games, drive a man insane |
Deceitful plain Jane |
Had me swingin' like Tarzan |
When I fell off the vine |
Man she had no shame |
And flip you out like flat tires |
When she tried to gas me |
Buyin' buckets and bottles |
Puttin' the throttle to the metal |
I was stuck pickin' petals |
(Like 'she loves me, she loves me not) |
But in the end |
She just blew up my spot |
(Mad aim) |
Thinkin' if we were together |
Then she’d prob’ly try to change me |
And not go crazy, but I’m crazy anyway |
(Cause she loves me not) |
This is the getaway scene |
It’s time to plot and scheme |
To find another feem |
To be down with my team |
Cause this one shatterd my dreams |
It doesn’t matter, it seems |
Like she was never there |
Heart breaker |
Yeeeeah… |
Used to feel like heaven |
When I tickled her spot |
From the age of eleven to nine |
(Felt to mine) |
I was shut like blinds to the ways of ladies |
I couldn’t remember |
(Of all my letters she’s the main sender) |
Puttin' strain on levels of my life didn’t happen |
Tappin' into me |
Seein' that hurt was all supposed to be |
And was it possible that she got way too close to me? |
Cause in my face and under my nose |
Were things I didn’t see |
But were my eyes open? |
Was my wakin' up to my crib (smokin' and flamin')? |
For these types of things there’s no containment |
So the moments of meditation got longer, deeper |
Wonderin' if I would (leave her), if I should (keep her) |
My sister told me I should never be a thrill seeker |
Shorty knew me way back when I used to boost sneakers |
Connected like a hand and wrist to stay stiff |
Lookin' in her eyes always took me on a strange trip |
Plus the words that she spoke seemed true |
When she said 'I dreamt of you' |
Who knew that 'you' wasn’t me? |
Puttin' images in the mind is just a possibility |
And my emotional state began to slowly fluctuate |
(I found letters) |
On how she loved some other cat better |
And it got explicit (internal organs felt twisted) |
I knew from the beginnin' but somethin' said 'risk it' |
Like the mention of the name |
If you’re never injured, no pain, right? |
(Infinte, enough |
Not again, come on, come on |
Gotta go, fo' sure, fo' sure |
I can’t move, can you look it down? |
Lift it up, move out, move out |
Prob’ly can’t, come on, come on |
Closer, cause I’m out, I’m out |
I’m leavin', you know I’m leavin) |
Yeeeeah… |