Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Windchill, artist - Grieves. Album song The Confessions Of Mr. Modest, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.02.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Windchill |
I was born in a city, |
where the wind chill could kill ya, |
and frostbite the smile off your face when it grills ya. |
So naturally learned to make it out in the cold, |
and carve emotion in the ice blocks hidden in the snow. |
And it shows, |
king of the winter bitter and froze, |
with a head full of blackouts breakin through the ropes and I choke, |
at every little punch I tried too throw, |
but the devil hovered over me tellin me where to go, GO HOME ! |
And die where the heart is, |
life has been a series of goodbyes that I’ve been fighting too depart with, |
and hardships, shot down and buried in the marshes, |
with nothing but a love letter stapled too my carcass. |
Identify me, |
feel I’m too far gone. |
See the look inside ya eyes when the Blue’s songs on so sing all of it, |
try to harmonize when I’m gone cause at this point, |
I’m barely holding on, come on. |
(chorus) |
It’s a cold cold world we face, |
with miles of frozen road, |
that I drove down on my way, |
I’m as cold, as, snow. |
Falling, slowly to the ground, |
all around you. |
Black ice forming on the tongue, |
this is just another part of life. |
Let it melt in the sunshine, |
and freeze overnight. |
I was built for the blizzard, |
and lived with the ice. |
I smoothered every flame, |
that I ever tried too ignite cause of comfort, |
wrapped up in a blanket made of snow. |
Chippin off the freezin condensation on my bones, |
and I can feel it in the mornin when it blows |
and it rifles through the streets like a bullet from the cold. |
And I know it, feel it on a first name basis. |
And laugh at the games that it plays with my patience, |
cause I’ve been lookin at the world through a glacier, |
and know what it’s like to be hopelessly underrated, |
it’s sick, spittin' the water under the bridge, |
with a shivering image of what a fine life is. |
Cause I’ve been fishin at this lake since a kid |
I know exactly where to walk when the ice gets thin. |
(chorus) |
It’s a cold cold world we face, |
with miles of frozen road, |
that I drove down on my way, |
I’m as cold, as, snow. |
(Piano plays out) |