Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Altitude, artist - Jonwayne. Album song Cassette on Vinyl, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
Altitude |
They say a man is immature until the sun is in his hands, |
And the fields start to die. |
Don’t stand upon his land, you can stand up to the cloud |
And never understand there’s a big man crying |
He never learn to laugh, when I’ll die I’m gonna sit up in my casket |
Held my family like it’s the last time I’ll have it. |
You know I’m trying not to take this gratitude for granted, |
I know I got a heart that could be harder than some granite. |
This graph I got this hand is getting drastic, crafted |
Something bad if you taking over what I can |
Do you call it magic |
A blood is lavender. |
They called me a romantic. |
As hopeless as I am, love paralyzed. |
Strained in this quick sandy call it place to camping, |
My homie smoking weed beside a fireplace, |
Decide to lock out the cabin, I guess. |
That’s all you can get |
For? |
your neck. |
I’m high struggle? |
They got to follow next, you don’t believe me |
But I seize 'em when the breezes from the coast touch a boat |
with a thirty thousands in coach |
Little Nemo when the clock strikes 12 upon the bed post. |
Flying cigarettes, |
so when my memory they press the wax to 12 inch so they could drop in. |
So ironic, like my generation representing city populace. |
Raise the roof upon to me, I stay on top of it. |
I’m forty thousands leagues above under-stuffed in the sarcophagus. |
Coffin? |
articles under waterfalls prisons caught my eye, it was love at first |
optical,?? |
to life, these people would die for it. |
But I’m ahead of all these bitches, in the skyfall |
Sharper than the sliver of light and a broken soul |
They cut into my skin, them faces on the? |
I swear to God I saw my dead friends in the sand doom faces they blew away in |
the wind |
I knew They had to. |
It’s called to never giving up when all the pieces in background are crumbling |
in the dust, |
My clock is mumbling once while the Earth’s blood boils up under the crust. |
It’s called to never giving up when all the pieces in background are crumbling |
in the dust, |
My clock is mumbling once while the Earth’s blood boils up under the crust. |
I’m losing altitude, you’re losing trust because they count on you. |
Everybody wants to be the alpha dude. |