Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ceviche with Nietzsche, artist - Homeboy Sandman. Album song Veins, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.03.2017
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
Ceviche with Nietzsche |
| Yo I’m sorry I’m mad |
| I have no idea why I’m mad |
| I just get mad, if time goes by |
| I keep a hoodie |
| I keep a woodie |
| I sprinkle sulphur with this stuff of legend |
| I’m not a chicken, you’re a turkey |
| Standard, instead of the sand is sociopath sadness |
| Slanted, Looking hella regal, yo the eagle landed |
| Since this jumping like I’m not a brand |
| So that’s how I’ve been branded |
| May aswell be licking shots at random |
| I layer when the temperature dead |
| I am an intentionalist |
| I serve Ceviche with Nietzsche |
| No thank you, maam |
| I do not need a band, I got a DJ |
| I’m like an earthworm in and out of soil |
| In and out of BK |
| The key to world peace is on my keychain |
| I promise you is quite a keepsake |
| Like I keep saying |
| My eyes got a nice blaze |
| I think I might just hibernate inside a nice cave |
| I’ve jammed a lot of satelites |
| For given lots of bad advice |
| And said a lot of «have a nice day"s |
| In God me trust |
| Any and all feats with my teeth freshly brushed |
| Neither frowned nor blushed |
| Coopers Town or bust |
| I step aside for pregnant ladies |
| Aswell for men and women that are well into their eighties |
| I rock my Fila and Le Tigre on the Tigris and Eufretes |
| My chain could take an eye out |
| Your favorite hall of famer would never made it to the tryout |
| My rider has amenities, writer of obscenities and cryout |
| This is my house |
| No one’s gonna tell me not to blast my Amy Winehouse |
| Let me find out |
| That you summon in the gutter |
| You should get your mind out |
| Sippin' on a regional stout |
| Off of campus in a easel and a reasonable doubt |
| Pick up the feat that shows me roaming around |
| No, how Homeboy doesn’t play that |
| Ode to Homie the clown |
| This is (?) for another round |
| Or sparkling holy water |
| Holy moly, holy cow |
| Having said all that |
| I hate to be the reason why you get off track |
| I sacrifice a fish, can count to ten on land |
| I’m just tryna be a better man |
| I’m just tryna shout my demo |
| Get on Leno and on Letterman |
| And catch me cold, friend |
| I know save that for the weatherman |
| I’m good for rolling sevens with whatever hand |