Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Infatuation, artist - Flobots. Album song Survival Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Infatuation |
| You played the field like a tractor |
| Scoped for greener pastures |
| But you never have scored |
| What you’ve never asked for |
| Met someone who made me glow |
| Passion was like crazy, whoa |
| Doted on another though |
| So, of course, I let her go |
| Oh, no, my adrenal recipe’s |
| Overloaded by phenylethylamine |
| If it keeps on misdirecting me |
| Fuck it, that’s gonna mean vasectomy |
| And when the liquor pours |
| Set the table, get the door |
| Wrestle naked, hit the floor |
| But I don’t seek that shit no more |
| It’s different for me |
| Try to tell myself a different story |
| This Alpha male, recount-the-tale bullshit |
| Can just destroy me |
| Cause what we say is what we seek |
| What we seek is what we get |
| What we get is what we give |
| I can’t give you nothing yet |
| Except |
| Infatuation |
| Take these words and turn them into lies |
| Infatuation |
| Serve me up with food that does not feed |
| In-in-infatuation |
| Satiate my every last desire |
| Infatuation |
| Is this the thing I want or the thing I need? |
| He collects clips from magazines |
| Found them full of hollow points |
| Mixes Medea with the media |
| They both consume the young |
| The same old song gets sung |
| He wants to hang so he gets hung |
| He’s chasing father figures |
| A real son of a gun |
| I don’t cotton to the coffin nails |
| Caught up quiet, don’t make bail |
| Umpteen years for moving keys |
| Ironic he’s locked up in jail |
| Outside, he is idolized |
| My sister’s class and ask them boys |
| They wanna just be like him |
| Push more rocks than belts of asteroids |
| Better strapped and paranoid than |
| In the streets without a choice and |
| Peace of mind has been destroyed |
| But now you got a louder voice |
| Idols lie to idle minds |
| Sayin' I don’t mind if I got mine |
| If all our lies are idealized |
| Then all our crimes are idolized |
| It’s |
| Infatuation |
| Take these words and turn them into lies |
| Infatuation |
| Serve me up with food that does not feed |
| In-in-infatuation |
| Satiate my every last desire |
| Infatuation |
| Is this the thing I want or the thing I need? |
| If this isn’t love |
| Why does my heart hurt so bad? |
| You don’t know why |
| You wanna be the man |
| You wanna be demanded |
| By other people’s hands |
| So high |
| You’re caught up in its leaves |
| The audience freeze |
| At the thought |
| But you don’t know why |
| You wanna be the man |
| You wanna be demanded |
| By other people’s hands |
| So high |
| You’re caught up in its leaves |
| Make the audience freeze |
| Like a body in the trees |
| Infatuation |
| Take these words and turn them into lies |
| Infatuation |
| Serve me up with food that does not feed |
| In-in-infatuation |
| Satiate my every last desire |
| Infatuation |
| Is this the thing I want or the thing I need? |
| Now everybody in the club, stand still |
| Like a rubber band |
| Filled with government bills |
| Now everybody in the club, stand still |