Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loneliness F. Nemo Achida, artist - Kno of CunninLynguists.
Date of issue: 11.10.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Loneliness F. Nemo Achida |
Damsel in distress, her mind tied to that one track |
Urged to do dirt, I just twirl on my moustache |
When she spurns her curves on herbs that bust fast |
All that does is just earn her a bus pass |
Uh, And now she close to graduating |
But her imagination makes it hard for her to fake it |
Misused, her issues are periodical |
Flips through the pictures and ignores the articles |
Nothing matters, she ignores her particles |
To better barter with grown folks prone to arguments |
The best economists admonish her investment |
Thoughts are consumed while her dreams are digested |
So her heart of gold keep it in mine/mind |
Her folks are coked up but she keep 'em in line |
Her hopes are yolked up but she’ll free 'em in time |
Let’s hope she grows up, freedom of mind |
From loneliness. |
Close your eyes, try to dream |
She done seen ‘bout everything |
Though she tries, so it seems |
She done seen ‘bout everything |
Seen some highs, know the lows |
She done see ‘bout everything |
But when she goes, don’t you know |
She’ll be free from everything |
Loneliness |
What is my problem? |
My problem is to perceive the darkness, to perceive the |
thought that is creating darkness and to see that the self is the source of |
this darkness. |
Why can’t I see that? |
Damsel in distress, her mind tied to that one track |
Urged to do dirt, I just twirl on my moustache |
When she spurns her curves on herbs that bust fast |
All that does is just earn her a bus pass |
Uh, And now she close to graduating |
But her imagination makes it hard for her to fake it |
Misused, her issues are periodical |
Flips through the pictures and ignores the articles |
Nothing matters, she ignores her particles |
To better barter with grown folks prone to arguments |
The best economists admonish her investment |
Thoughts are consumed while her dreams are digested |
So her heart of gold keep it in mine/mind |
Her folks are coked up but she keep 'em in line |
Her hopes are yolked up but she’ll free 'em in time |
Let’s hope she grows up, freedom of mind |
From loneliness |
Close your eyes, try to dream |
She done seen ‘bout everything |
Though she tries, so it seems |
She done seen ‘bout everything |
Seen some highs, know the lows |
She done see ‘bout everything |
But when she goes, don’t you know |
She’ll be free from everything |
Loneliness |
With a mind that’s as dark as her flesh |
More weight than just the dreads that’s on top of her head |
Ice cold eyes hide behind that scarf |
And you think it’s a style until she unveils in front of the crowd |
And they all scream «Perish Marie!?» |
And she looked at me |
And the power knocked me down to her feet |
How could it be? |
A peasant staring dead at a king |
It must be the weed, she start to take the shape of a Queen |
I’m like, «Who are you and what are you capable of?» |
She said, «You were patiently waiting, your unbreakable love |
Now embrace it with hugs and kisses, desserts and and riches |
Give thanks -- you’ve married your competition» |
I’m like, «I see no ring» but that’s not how she legalize |
Instead she made me take the prize between her thighs |
And in her thirty minute reign she made my kingdom rise |
She screamed «Kingdom Come!» |
Until the morning sun |
Wake up world |
Close your eyes, try to dream |
She done seen ‘bout everything |
Though she tries, so it seems |
She done seen ‘bout everything |
Seen some highs, know the lows |
She done see ‘bout everything |
But when she goes, don’t you know |
She’ll be free from everything |
Loneliness |