Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Won't Stop, artist - K21. Date of issue: 02.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Won't Stop |
| Sickly sweet man-child of misery |
| swimming seas, roaming to plan my divinity |
| damn fine dynasty snatch mics you little pea |
| brain suckers are nothing act like you’re missing me |
| still I’m seeking serotonin till she’s dead or moaning |
| blame the pheromones, let them go, necking potion |
| sent a deadly oath from here to the penny oaks |
| till my message grows it ain’t nothing but some Lennon folk |
| same old stereo, yoda and it’s ready go |
| wanna hang with cutie but she playing me like MMO |
| music what I let elope, rooftop, steady scope |
| listen to my neighbourhood in silence and my pen implodes |
| life copped the best of me, red her cheek from stubble then I |
| sent her home, guess she knows my chemistry is trouble |
| «Can you hear me now?» |
| I said it while they mumbled |
| now the energy is double, never meant to speak it subtle |
| You don’t really know me, know what? |
| How I ride in this street, road block |
| Peddle peddle I’m free, so not |
| Got the music pumping through my blood and it won’t stop |
| You don’t really know me, know what? |
| How I ride this street, road block |
| Peddle peddle I’m free, so not |
| This music pumping through my blood and it won’t stop |
| never feeling comfy, chaos in the jungle, Jumanji |
| swimming through the sewer for my lunch meat |
| then I’m feeling lovely, nothing feel above me |
| I can turn your autumn into summer in a heart beat |
| and straight back to winter, a wizard I’m «nasty» |
| kick it till I’m killed in my hometown, Gaddafi |
| till then the party’ll getting ladi dadi’d |
| face off, same spot, here till they bar me |
| messed it up, messed up, a mess up from Messina |
| my produce the fresh stuff, plucked from the しま |
| k’s that amigo, crazy like Cee Lo |
| and I ain’t what your hero would look like |
| my alter ego bathing in charm the good Samaritan type |
| single-minded civilian the track is my vice |
| got a match or light? |
| I got plans to ignite, |
| and burn this whole city down, that’s what its like |
| You don’t really know me, know what? |
| How I ride in this street, road block |
| Peddle peddle I’m free, so not |
| Got the music pumping through my blood and it won’t stop |
| You don’t really know me, know what? |
| How I ride this street, road block |
| Peddle peddle I’m free, so not |
| This music pumping through my blood and it won’t stop |