Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Leave The Summer, artist - Kristoff Krane. Album song Picking Flowers Next To Roadkill, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.05.2010
Record label: Crushkill
Song language: English
Leave The Summer |
Their on the I don’t wanna leave the summer |
I’mma on the leather storm, wander with the feedback hunger |
Mother never mumbles under breath |
Says treat the world like you love it and that’s how you’ll be treated back |
I seldom hesitate when called into the light |
Because I know there’s someone else alive who feels the same as I do |
And if take a stand and follow my god perhaps I’ll become a leader in the eyes |
if I go blind tomorrow |
Still cryin' the mask not afraid to admit |
If lost I gotta ask What’s the task I’ve been given? |
Cause if I miss what I pass on the path when it twists |
There’ll be no turning in the visit like it already happened but didn’t |
I’m not alone, that’s all I really need for the comforting realization that |
nothing is guaranteed |
I want nothing in return |
But the piece of something stolen once I find out where it was I’d say I knew |
and so I don’t |
There’s a rainbow making fun of where my suns afraid to go |
If I tickle let it touch it’s just enough to make it grow |
If I let it get too close then I suppose it wasn’t real |
That’s how memory controls the suffering that makes me feel |
Out of control, confused, afraid to keep it warm |
War is leading me astray and I’m not too sure what it is for |
I’ve learned how to hurt I can learn how to heal |
A turn for the worst is a new earth to build |
Ive got an itch for intervention when disease is wild |
But prefer a firm connection to preserve my inner child |
Enter winter as a center man forget that saint knight in shining armor first a |
picture what it’s like to sink |
Or swim. |
It all comes in waves |
So concerned with the ending that the moment drifts away |
I don’t float like I used to so I refuse to promote self control if it’s suited |
to abuse you |
Let the swing sway sideways blacked out set spring time fever free with the |
breath stretched out |
Stressed out from the beast that I know something sold |
If I find out where it was I’d say I knew and so I don’t |
Yet I’m grateful when I stop in my tracks and think about what I have |
Instead of falling in that trap again |
There’s a rainbow making fun of where my suns afraid to go |
If I tickle let it touch it’s just enough to make it grow |
If I let it get too close then I suppose it wasn’t real |
That’s how memory controls the suffering that makes me feel |
Out of control, confused, afraid to keep it warm |
War is leading me astray and I’m not too sure what it is for |
There’s a rainbow making fun of where sun’s afraid to go |
There’s a rainbow making fun of where my suns afraid to go |
If I tickle let it touch it’s just enough to make it grow |
If I let it get too close then I suppose it wasn’t real |
That’s how memory controls the suffering that makes me feel |
Out of control, confused, afraid to keep it warm |
War is leading me astray and I’m not too sure what it is for |