| Right here
|
| Yeah
|
| I’ll be right here
|
| I’ll be right here
|
| Right here
|
| I’ll be right here
|
| Right here
|
| Yeah yeah, yeah
|
| I ID’d you as dumb from the second you escaped from the tube station gates and
|
| cracked that smile
|
| My tongue bungee jumped out my face and ducked out the crowd went wild
|
| You mentioned the gram of coke crammed in your bag my mind murmured «Man that’s vile…'
|
| At 10 a. |
| m the very next morning the clouds gave birth to our bastard child
|
| Now can anybody blessed with an attention span of two seconds or more come and
|
| examine this mess?
|
| With eyes like two goons poised in the back alley waiting to snap a kids legs
|
| She was a walking error message on a cracked screen flashing in a fat man’s face
|
| Sink your teeth in her forehead lick that skull now tell me how bland that
|
| tastes
|
| It’s kinda like poison, my life keeps every last devil in employment
|
| When they’re out on a wave I’ll be swimming out to join 'em
|
| They were all dancing outside for my enjoyment
|
| And all of your calls are diverted in seconds
|
| You all just lack a discernible presence
|
| Crushing them blue, green and purple depressants
|
| I was just grinning and serving her seconds like
|
| Here!
|
| I’ll be scattering your ashes in the bathroom this our last tune
|
| I’ll be right here
|
| You’ll be immortalized as a cartoon playing in the dark soon
|
| I’ll be right here
|
| Flicking through the channels till my eyes bleed
|
| Fucking them at lightspeed
|
| I’ll be right here
|
| Your life brought to you in wide screen
|
| We were at the crime scene
|
| Lying right here
|
| Right here
|
| I’ll be right here
|
| Yeah
|
| I’ll be right here
|
| Right here
|
| I’ll be right here
|
| Right here
|
| Yeah yeah, yeah
|
| Thanks for your star studded service return to your seat
|
| I’ve been up all night I’m slurring my speech
|
| We stayed up for months without sleep
|
| That girl’s a freezing cold freak
|
| So back up, reverse and retreat
|
| Them cogs in your mind have been turning all week
|
| Your my main event and that’s deep
|
| You ain’t fucking with my head that’s peak
|
| Cuz you can’t connect the dots
|
| I keep thinking that you’ll crawl through my letter box
|
| Gnaw on my neck until you have my head severed off
|
| You’re kind of weird
|
| Fuck it, it’s cool
|
| Abseil and break in my bedroom that’s special ops
|
| You run around the street holding my head aloft
|
| She arrived kicking my door in at ten o’clock
|
| You’re kind of weird
|
| Fuck it, it’s cool
|
| Right here
|
| Yeah
|
| I’ll be right here
|
| Yeah, I’ll be right here
|
| Right here
|
| I’ll be right here
|
| Right here
|
| I’ll be right here
|
| I’ll be scattering your ashes in the bathroom this our last tune
|
| I’ll be right here
|
| You’ll be immortalized as a cartoon playing in the dark soon
|
| I’ll be right here
|
| Flicking through the channels till my eyes bleed
|
| Fucking them at lightspeed
|
| I’ll be right here
|
| Your life brought to you in wide screen
|
| We were at the crime scene
|
| Right right here like |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Right Here, artist - Jam Baxter. Album song Touching Scenes, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп