Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Put It To Your Head , by - Horrorshow. Release date: 19.08.2008
Song language: English
Put It To Your Head |
| From the spot where I sit in the middle of the playground |
| I watch as the children accept their fate |
| See round here, we never seem to see much change |
| But they still providing us with hourly updates |
| The bus lane’s full of traffic and the train’s running late |
| In a city full of strangers where every smile is fake |
| They pay top dollar just to watch you spill your sentiments |
| «Looks like Nick forgot to take his medicine» |
| Popped collar for the veterans |
| Centre stage fright, late night hype eyeing my competitors |
| And the cycle’s set in motion |
| With a money-back guarantee, the end result will get you open |
| Picture me as Lucky Stripe in the clubhouse |
| Love ain’t enough now, they want your blood |
| Hoping for violence, the first and second rules dictate |
| A code of silence with fight clubs in every major town |
| So come play around, but just know that |
| We don’t play around, quit holding your piece |
| You better say it now, you so throwback |
| What you afraid of now? |
| Famous, take 'em out |
| So you a chosen one, or just a loaded gun? |
| Better understand or get your shit overrun |
| We ain’t playing with this, so keep spraying your shit |
| Fall back to the sideline and wait for the *click* |
| Ayo Solo, let’s play Russian roulette |
| Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head |
| We keep playing till something connects |
| We keep playing till something connects |
| Yeah, Fame, I’m down to play Russian roulette |
| So pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head |
| We keep playing till something connects |
| Okay, we in the centre right? |
| Fight-night limelighters |
| World stage pay with the highest prices |
| Nah, nah, my mans ain’t care who you’re better than |
| Old style weathering, end-tethering |
| From out here, we never seem to see much change |
| Re-up, re-hash but them all still sound plain |
| Crumbs on swaps for the belt |
| They ain’t saying nothing proper so we gotta take shots at ourself |
| Like please, someone put him in his place |
| He getting complacent, we past that, Solo come on pass that |
| Nah he ain’t really bout it, he ain’t really bout to blast that |
| Ask that, I’ma make my own spot vacant |
| So tell me what you want from me |
| We so total now, ya know Famine keep it lowbrow |
| Y’all keep score but I ain’t about the know-how |
| Mark this, boy we right on for the darkness |
| They tryna get in, we only tryna get out |
| Fresh out of fresh, I clown 'em like tadow |
| Vicarious, voyeuristic |
| All for the click, click, so down for the next round |
| So you a chosen one, or just a loaded gun? |
| Better understand or get your shit overrun |
| We ain’t playing with this, so keep spraying your shit |
| Fall back to the sideline and wait for the *click* |
| Ayo Fame, let’s play Russian roulette |
| Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head |
| We keep playing till something connects |
| We keep playing till something connects |
| Yeah, Solo, I’m down to play Russian roulette |
| Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head |
| We keep playing till something connects |
| Ayo Solo, let’s play Russian roulette |
| Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head |
| We keep playing till something connects |
| We keep playing till something connects |
| Yeah, Fame, I’m down to play Russian roulette |
| So pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head |
| We keep playing till something connects |
| Ayo Fame, let’s play Russian roulette |
| Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head |
| We keep playing till something connects |
| We keep playing till something connects |
| Yeah, Solo, I’m down to play Russian roulette |
| Pick it up, spin the cylinder and put it to your head |
| We keep playing till something connects |