Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bukowski, artist - Jonwayne. Album song Cassette on Vinyl, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
Bukowski |
| The days run away like wild horses over the hill |
| The violent instigate the thrills in our three-course meals |
| Tore apart, the cards set, no more hands to deal |
| Scared kids lift the ground just to vandal and steal |
| No time for books, we’ve got these plans to build |
| And these vans to peel off, mans to kill |
| Try to do the dance emancipated, jaded and ill |
| Fuck the managers, crammed and castrated the fields |
| It’s the life we living, tripping it hypoallergenic |
| We’re statistics, counting calories to calisthenics |
| Face paint, lipstick from when we had braces |
| Shrinks to save face with the wild it embraces |
| Getting hand jobs on Craig’s list |
| The faceless patients like mice who be racing the cages at night |
| I feel the moon hunt me down with a spike |
| But I’m always on the move like a lightning strike |
| My light’s too bright, my sky’s too high |
| My rhyme’s too tight |
| They finally get it that I got rhymes to rock two mics |
| You cruise already but what direction you headed? |
| I advise you stray from heads that’ll get you beheaded |
| It’s about time the community is giving me credit |
| I’ve been peddling rhymes since '97 plus ten |
| And probably go till heavens ends, chilling in my den |
| Drinking Red Bull to give me the wings and an edge |
| Are we eating now? |
| Are we eating now? |
| Bring me the winds of a hanger |
| Let me turn this beat off |