Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ashes, artist - Lazy Habits. Album song Lazy Habits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Believe
Song language: English
Ashes |
I could level aim shoot the blame that just fans the flames |
Reach the same conclusions either way you choose to view them |
Goals we lose them a flash of real life |
Cast a shadow using smoke and mirrors an illusion |
I’ll hold a funeral just to mark and symbolise the movement |
One singular direction split the plane was hit and doomed |
But the crew pursued a meaning while conclusions all accrued |
This is a black box recorder from the wreckage with a clue |
Started with a fuse lit blew fire spread and grew |
Bed of fuel by someone that had followed other shoes |
Sick of all the fights, diluted water from the glue |
Distorted crystal coastlines with an eyesores and a view |
Moved to pastures new slept through regained an appetite |
Started to recruit the year that flew before I tried to fly |
Then I ran and jumped threw myself off highest heights |
But it ain’t about the kinda sore I see no end in sight |
Started right headed for the underground to start the climb |
The future of our cops are props that promise grand designs |
All lazy habits left behind to focus energy and time |
Reminders nothing comes to those who stay reclined |
Music was my valentine I wrote declared my love declined |
Police what was free with practise bars and battled live |
They say that honey moves the start of the decline |
To us it just improves our sight, opened up the blinds |
Basically we waited, through our bridges in the right way |
Creating a foundation, a history in the making |
Think of something cool that won’t get lost in the translation |
Even if it’s just so I can hear what I’ve been saying |
And with formats these day words will never fade away |
Decay by age in a galaxy of cyberspace |
Moves are made, ripples turn to waves |
Is there something left to play for is this play just being staged? |
Is there time to save the day or just enough to see it slip away |
I know I’ve seen some kneel and pray, me I stand and sway |
Easter there’s a standaway, we both aim to reach the summit clamber on it come |
what may |
So till our ashes blow away forget to settle in, get there or die honest fast |
despite peddling |
Nothing short of everything’s |
I hit the drums so hard I rip the whole thing apart |
Continuing construction |
The wreckage and debris |
Rewriting these instructions |
Trying to forge the Key |
Riding this eruption |
Coffin on a tree |
A ravenous consumption |
Has got me on my knees |
My eyes are level with defeat |
But I refuse to lose to sleep |
Into the abyss |
And I’m returning from the deep |
And though their plans were pretty steep |
I brought my power tools |
I’ll see the bruise or Cruise through all these wreckless youtubes |
To engage the endgame |
Stakes are satisfactory |
All in for the clusive |
Ready for this battery |
And if I ever take the lead |
Nobody’s catching me |
I jump and touch the telly |
Screaming I’m defying gravity |
I swagger Bouncing off the walls |
My balance shot to shit |
On the brink when thinking’s in the past |
And I’m lost in the myth |
Running hard but is it in a retreat or in a head-on charge |
Close my eyes and wait to see these stars I wish upon the dark |