Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Open Windows , by - Grits. Song from the album Dichotomy B, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.11.2004
Record label: Gotee
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Open Windows , by - Grits. Song from the album Dichotomy B, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопOpen Windows |
| From my niche, solidified on top |
| Stomp my feet around my block |
| Am I quick? |
| — hold me down 'round my spot |
| In the cit I’m not left alone, susceptible and prone to be got |
| Make my home, I won’t stop |
| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone? |
| Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows |
| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone? |
| Message is the same; |
| got it for you, here they go |
| Mechanical like a bull, my movements are sporadic |
| So emphatic, the way I pull my eyelids when they bat |
| See where I’m at, covered in wool |
| Grammatically hit you, gravitate you, feed you 'til your full |
| I hit you too hard, a sheep |
| Who creep on fertile ground when they asleep? |
| — a wolf, transformed before your |
| eyes from on the street |
| My poise is slightly off 'til I match it with my surroundings |
| Adapt to the situations most people are found drowned in |
| Offer myself as very good condition to train victim |
| Take on the pressure, explode just so the stains stick 'em |
| The martyrs of Jones & Carter progressing, hitting harder |
| Professing that I’m possessing the lessons being imparted |
| And the way it all unfolds: verbatim, story told |
| Don’t hate 'em: they participators, reaching the common goal |
| Goes to those in flight, who hit to submit to right |
| Forget that the problem’s there, and be thankful you get to fight |
| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone? |
| Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows |
| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone? |
| Message is the same; |
| got it for you, here they go |
| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone? |
| Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows |
| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone? |
| Message is the same; |
| got it for you, here they go |
| It ain’t the same since you left, things changed when you step |
| Rearrange to the left, so I’m leaning to the right |
| Trying to put it back in place and make up for the space where all the wrong |
| replacement |
| Nothing seems to ever fit |
| The blueprint of the original concept of what was established from beginning to |
| never end |
| To finish and never quit, enduring through every sin |
| To fall and get up again, complete the fulfillment |
| But you was unsatisfied, looking for a better lie |
| Tempted by the greener grass, falling off the narrow path |
| I ain’t mad, but it’s sad |
| What we had, it’s too bad we couldn’t work it out |
| We still could’ve talked about it |
| Now I’m looking through windowsills, while brothers are busting still |
| Praying that you ain’t the one that get caught in the hustle, and killed |
| You’re my cousin, but you’re more like my brother |
| Don’t let it trap you; |
| I’m trying to get at you |
| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone? |
| Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows |
| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone? |
| Message is the same; |
| got it for you, here they go |
| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone? |
| Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows |
| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone? |
| Message is the same; |
| got it for you, here they go |
| Extend my hand to all, y’all |
| Got your number, call y’all |
| Touch the matters of the heart, but get battle all, y’all |
| I ain’t scared, strict to bare stormy weather, idle fare |
| Looked in all the faces of the ones who slept, now they dead |
| Body frozen, bruised and beat in blood; |
| my nose is stink to see |
| Up a league, you’re strong and eat, and add the fibre, slow to peak |
| And focus, you lose it |
| For folks who lose it, who notice chokes and brews in disguise |
| And the panic infusing those who ain’t abusing |
| I been standing at these crossroads, looking for these lost souls |
| Broken down, lost, old, throwing blows, on the ropes |
| On the slippery slope, trying to climb on the grind |
| Trying to find where they’re meant to go |
| Purpose driven living with a prodigal son rep |
| Bawling 'til none’s left, feeling you’re too far gone and can’t come home |
| Even though you have done wrong, it ain’t too late 'cause I be waiting by the |
| gate, baby, trying to get at you |
| Where have you gone? |
| It’s been so long, and I’ve been trying to get your attention |
| Been so crazy since you left home |
| You need to get at me, get at me |
| Where have you gone? |
| It’s been so long, and I’ve been trying to get your attention |
| Been so crazy since you left home |
| You need to get at me, get at me |
| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone? |
| Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows |
| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone? |
| Message is the same; |
| got it for you, here they go |
| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone? |
| Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows |
| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone? |
| Message is the same; |
| got it for you, here they go |
| Where have you gone? |
| It’s been so long, and I’ve been trying to get your attention |
| Been so crazy since you left home |
| You need to get at me, get at me |
| You need to get at me |
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|---|---|
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| Here We Go | 2002 |
| Runnin' | 2002 |
| Tennessee Bwoys | 2002 |
| Be Mine | 2002 |
| Believe | 2002 |
| Ill Coined Phrase (Interlude) | 2002 |
| Video Girl | 2002 |
| Seriously | 2002 |
| Get It | 2002 |
| Lovechild | 2002 |
| Sunny Days | 2002 |
| Make Room | 2002 |
| Keep Movin' (Interlude) | 2002 |
| People Noticin' Me | 1998 |
| Ima Showem | 2007 |
| Blame It on You | 1998 |
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| Ghetto Love | 1998 |
| U.S. Open | 1998 |