Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song TABLE, artist - Lee Scott. Album song Somewhere Between Here and There, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.12.2019
Record label: Blah
Song language: English
TABLE |
| Brought everything to the table |
| As if he’s got a problem with everyone |
| Dirty trackies with a rare Ralph button up |
| I’m a clever word for dumb as fuck |
| Step on me toes, I snap like a bear trap |
| Super scientifical fucking other rappers birds rap |
| Heart the same colour as coal |
| If it wasn’t for this, I’d be selling drugs on the dole |
| Unapologetic, I don’t know if sorry is the hardest word to say cause that’s the |
| only time I’ve said it |
| And that was easy doe, it’s hard to saying no to easy dough |
| When you’re feeling low, I’m a seasoned pro |
| I hit you right between the eyes, scratching me head like it might reveal a |
| prize |
| Neglecting wisdom, define him by the many mistakes |
| With typos in the definition |
| And never listen |
| Criticising the art with her eyes closed in the exhibition |
| (You feel what I feel) |
| He brought everything to the table but had no one to share it with |
| (You feel. what I feel) |
| Is it you he’s got a problem with everyone cause I heard he did |
| (You feel what I feel) |
| Doesn’t believe in nothing, he’s stand offish like a weary kid |
| (You feel what I feel) |
| He has the world to give up but he’s scared to live life |
| Cry me a river, watch me swim up stream |
| Wash away me sins but I’m still unclean (I mean) |
| He’s not as dumb as he seems |
| Acket over his hoodie, joggies under his jeans |
| Sounded like he meant it, now he isn’t as sure |
| I need a miracle cure that isn’t mixed with liquer |
| Shit I guess I’m drinking it pure |
| Designer depression, my religion is Christian Dior |
| And like a good Christian, I don’t really follow it |
| Today, in it for the long run |
| Tomorrow, split |
| A cheese slice on a piece of folded white bread, with light spread |
| We alone and type SWEG |
| Outside Greggs, waiting for the doors to open |
| They saw him open, like his Ma' caught him smoking |
| Plus she never did, clever kid |
| Sappnin' lad, I snatch your fashion bag and slap a little rappers dad |
| (You feel what I feel) |
| He brought everything to the table but had no one to share it with |
| (You feel. what I feel) |
| Is it you he’s got a problem with everyone cause I heard he did |
| (You feel what I feel) |
| Doesn’t believe in nothing, he’s stand offish like a weary kid |
| (You feel what I feel) |
| He has the world to give up but he’s scared to live life |