Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Limitless , by - K21. Release date: 02.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Limitless |
| This simple weapon of mine is to determine the verse |
| Every thought I have stolen like a German dessert |
| Another burst from the earth, now let the circus emerge |
| Every highway I’m leaving is a turn from the worst |
| So I swerve ‘til I’m first, bring the pain to your mainframe |
| If we ain’t from the same grain, K will never play sane |
| Like padded walls and Adderall, make way |
| I’m causing havoc and when questioned, never name names |
| Day break, tell my guardian I’m safe |
| And if they never let me in, party at the gates |
| I’m chasing, gifted in my own dream |
| Drifting in a smokescreen |
| Castaway and Gilligan don’t know me |
| Go free, got a couple personalities |
| So if there’s someone to blame you should curse the other me |
| Find me turning up the heat, back at it |
| Never pragmatic, so take a seat and listen |
| Tune into the man’s madness |
| The lifestyles of the frivolous hopeless |
| Never listened when they said give me some focus |
| Feeling limitless in the city I wrote this |
| With no promise for tomorrow so I live in the moment |
| The last days |
| Yeah, these are your last days |
| With twenty—eight days to go, I’ma wait for the last |
| The world is yours, time to break it apart |
| They’re all peachy for the joyride until it’s a road trip |
| Then everybody’s home quick |
| I’m thinking that home is where the art’s at |
| Dream-catcher charcoal, tarmac |
| Silly with the rhyme, you try to tell me that you’re past that |
| Charred black fence burned to a crisp |
| Lurk the abyss, city of the churches I live |
| Malevolence churning within until they learn I exist |
| Cause the name came from the flame |
| That blew the furnace to bits |
| Fuck it, I’m too rare to die, too worthless to live |
| I got nothing but my word and two fists |
| I can turn a full gifted, a classic reborn |
| Like the Renaissance, messy after toxic I’m getting on |
| Caught the last bullet train, straight to the head I’m goin' |
| Luggage bag empty and the case is a little worn |
| Armour left behind but I’ll save it for when it’s war |
| Either way, when I’m gettin' on |
| There’s no way to prevent the storm |
| The lifestyles of the frivolous hopeless |
| Never listened when they said give me some focus |
| Feeling limitless in the city I wrote this |
| With no promise for tomorrow so I live in the moment |
| The last days |
| Yeah, these are your last days |
| With twenty—eight days to go, I’ma wait for the last |
| The world is yours, time to break it apart |