Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Open Windows, artist - Grits. Album song Dichotomy B, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.11.2004
Record label: Gotee
Song language: English
Open 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 |