Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kyst, artist - K.A.A.N.. Date of issue: 03.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kyst |
| My eternal clock ticking |
| Has got a nigga tripping |
| Stressed for a living |
| The pressure, I can feel it |
| The sky ain’t the limit |
| I’m breaching through the ceiling |
| Hard to keep composure when your heart ain’t even in it |
| Tell me how you keep it |
| Tell me how you keep it |
| Tell me how you keep it |
| Tell me how you keep your shit together when everything’s falling apart, god |
| My mind been running in circles constantly |
| It’s got to be the opposite of positive velocity |
| My head still in the clouds |
| Looking at stars, that’s astronomy |
| While pondering powerful possibilities and beautiful soliloquies |
| The characteristic traits of the greats |
| Save me a place and a plate, and I’ll say grace while you save face |
| You copping out, like copping pleas, appeased by your saving grace |
| These niggas talking beef but never speak when we raise the stakes |
| Cease to bring the heat and keep it moving like roller skates |
| Protected 'bout as well as JFK in the motorcade |
| I cascade over the grass knoll by a flagpole |
| Aimed at a moving target, hit or miss, at least I shot my shot, uh |
| My eternal clock ticking |
| Has got a nigga tripping |
| Stressed for a living |
| The pressure, I can feel it |
| The sky ain’t the limit |
| I’m breaching through the ceiling |
| Hard to keep composure when your heart ain’t even in it |
| Tell me how you keep it |
| Tell me how you keep it |
| Tell me how you keep it |
| Tell me how you keep your shit together when everything’s falling apart, god |
| If it ain’t one thing, it’s always something ain’t it? |
| They gon' complain about the picture, irregardless of who painted it |
| The color composition and the hue becomes irrelevant |
| Could make a masterpiece but they gon' point out the flaws |
| Applaud that it’s off, and tell you how to do your job |
| Critics and heretics are one and the same, they hypocrites |
| People love giving opinions assuming you give a shit |
| I tune it out, I’m not attentive, no I wasn’t listening |
| Thinking you could do it better well go 'head and do it then |
| Watch you fail, come back and tell me how that feel |
| These niggas blind to the signs, yeah they might need braille |
| And the gon' fold under the pressure, that ain’t hard to tell, nah |
| My eternal clock ticking |
| Has got a nigga tripping |
| Stressed for a living |
| The pressure, I can feel it |
| The sky ain’t the limit |
| I’m breaching through the ceiling |
| Hard to keep composure when your heart ain’t even in it |
| Tell me how you keep it |
| Tell me how you keep it |
| Tell me how you keep it |
| Tell me how you keep your shit together when everything’s falling apart, god |