Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SOS, artist - JL. Album song The Devil Hates Sundays, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.09.2020
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
SOS |
| There’s no reason to hide |
| There’s nowhere you can run |
| You can yell as loud as you want |
| You can shoot off your flare |
| Good luck, nobody will call |
| There’s no one around here |
| SOS, scream at the top of your lungs |
| Sorry, but you’re too far gone |
| There’s no rest for the wicked, nor a blue-red siren |
| No one hears you down here |
| No one hears you down here |
| Everyone around here |
| Screaming 'til I strip my throat |
| Cracking like I missed thy note |
| Acting like I missed my boat |
| Think I wanna feel like this? |
| I don’t |
| Stuck up in the house, ain’t a roach to smoke |
| They say they coming through, but hit me with the okie-doke |
| And it is where I don’t belong, cold |
| I just sat in front of Pro Tools for 12 hours, I’m old |
| Don’t feel like touching the stove |
| Just mope around in my robe |
| Go stand in front of a map and stare at the fucking globe |
| Like I’m about to run out and none of them even know it |
| Was supposed to be out the trap, cherishing every moment |
| Boarders won’t let 'em through, niggas' just scared of COVID |
| Was looking at school when thinking 'bout re-enrollment |
| Instead it could be the day of atonement |
| Know you still running from it, I own it |
| There’s no reason to hide |
| There’s nowhere you can run |
| You can yell as loud as you want |
| You can shoot off your flare |
| Good luck, nobody will call |
| There’s no one around here |
| SOS, scream at the top of your lungs |
| Sorry, but you’re too far gone |
| There’s no rest for the wicked, nor a blue-red siren |
| No one hears you down here |
| No one hears you down here |
| Everyone around here |
| Lone wolf that is mistaken |
| Deserted, is unworthy and just stay blunt |
| The lack of an audience really gets strainin' |
| Got me tapping the microphone like «Is this thing on?» |
| Self-quarantine, I been quaran-taining |
| But these idol hands searching for some sort of entertainin' |
| I been isolated, what’s understood doesn’t need explaining |
| I concluded in solitude of mind that so many faking |
| Yellin' at a veil is embarrassing |
| Couldn’t fake the man, never ended well in the |
| Tell 'em I’m legit because they’re not even aware of it |
| Never comprehend, you too quick to make a comparison |
| Quit it, nigga, nobody’s willing to sympathize |
| Would you be better off the sooner you realize? |
| Ain’t no use in choosing sides |
| Word they say new highs |
| We need to remove the disguise |
| There’s no reason to hide |
| There’s nowhere you can run |
| You can yell as loud as you want |
| You can shoot off your flare |
| Good luck, nobody will call |
| There’s no one around here |
| SOS, scream at the top of your lungs |
| Sorry, but you’re too far gone |
| There’s no rest for the wicked, nor a blue-red siren |
| No one hears you down here |
| No one hears you down here |
| Everyone around here |