Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Immortal, artist - Krizz Kaliko. Album song S.I.C., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.05.2011
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Immortal |
If I poured my heart out, would you leave it on the floor, |
Or would you pick it up and place it in your chest for me? |
Everyone wants to live forever, at least to be remembered forever. |
We mere mortals are vain enough to want everyone to know our name, |
to hear our songs, to be immortal. |
I need, a penny for your thoughts and a nickel for your kiss, |
Would you fight for me? |
You already know what I’m about, |
Would you pick up the pen and write for me, |
Would you spray me, like a disease sneeze me, |
Alright genetically freeze me, loving me is easy, |
Would yah? |
Could yah? |
Keep me as a keepsake, |
Hand me down, my sound, as freeloaders and cheap-skapes, |
I think very deeply, |
Believe me, Kali Baby, baby, |
Rivals they repeat me, |
Keep singing my name, |
And spread me in the streets, |
And graffiti me, reheat me, |
Serve me up as if I was a leftover, |
Stepped over me, repeatedly, |
Tech blown up now you seeing me, |
Pass me on like it’s your turn, |
To hit me in the rotation, |
Then I wanna blow up today, |
Cus I’m gonna blow up the world today, |
And look at what we facin', |
Everyone should say the same shit, ape shit, lucky we tape it, |
Download it, hold it, you love Strange Music never replace it, |
If I poured my heart out would you leave it on the floor, |
Or would you pick it up and place it in your chest for me? |
(So I can be |
immortal) |
And when you play my song, would you just pass it along, |
Continue to love me even when I’m gone? |
(So I can be immortal) |
We taking over, we taking off, like a helicopter, |
We gettin' hella props from a billboard placement, |
Hollywood niggas don’t know what to do with us, |
They changing us to ruin us and my life’s wasted, |
If you see the path I’m on, then pass me along, I have (gone), |
Just for a season I’m leaving now how could you sleep wit 'em, |
He’s destined to get you in the best thing since mescalin, |
Success that’s a sin, |
Well all the breathe in his chest has ended, |
Then you know the best ascended, depended, |
On nobody playin' with nobody, |
Hes nobody? |
Yea well alrighty, |
At my solo shows, I’m throwin' Bolos, |
And cholo hoes, letting 'em know how this mo’fo goes, |
See I’m an entity, playing on my infantry, since my infancy, |
And I’m coming to get that, coming to get what’s good for me, |
Coming to shake your hand, and take your fans, |
Doing it with no advance, and still make grands, |
If my remains are servin' out of peoples arenas, |
And I was sellin' out, he’d find something to yell about, |
Crazy’s that way, I’m thinking I might just go, |
I seem to be having an identity crisis, |
If I poured my heart out would you leave it on the floor, |
Or would you pick it up and place it in your chest for me? |
(So I can be |
immortal) |
And when you play my song, would you just pass it along, |
Continue to love me even when I’m gone? |
(So I can be immortal) |
Immortal, I made it, |
And everyone gets to hear my stories. |
Kali, baby. |