Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Years and Years, artist - tAk
Date of issue: 22.10.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Years and Years |
I think I’m gonna snap one of these days |
One of these days, I’ma snap into a rage, in half |
I think I’m gonna snap somebody, for real |
I feel I gotta slap somebody |
And I don’t know, if I’m losin my patience |
Or the world’s gettin more difficult than it was before |
But people seem dumber, prices are higher |
My wallet got thin and now the straights are dire |
And it’s all really startin to get to me |
I feel like one ingredient inside the recipe |
And the rest of me, is fallin off to the bone |
Like leprosy, everything starts to pester me |
So I hide behind stacks of bills |
And the cracked windshield of my automobile |
That’s why everything gets more distorted than it seems |
My girl tellin me that I’m havin hoop dreams |
Now we’re arguin again (damn) I take a hit |
And turn the volume up to ten and run with no direction |
And only hopes of an escape |
But it’s like runnin in circles on a twelve inch plate |
They say, to be insane is when you do the same |
And get the same results and still do it again |
They say, to be insane is when you do the same |
And get the same results, check it, check check it out |
Turned on my VCR, same one I had for years |
Turned on my stereo the static hurts my ears |
I sit in my old car, same one I had for years |
Battery’s been runnin down for years and years and years |
Yo, I’m sick of bein confused and always gettin my hopes up |
Spin the barrel twice and put it back in my holster |
Diamond in my confidence watch three (?) as |
I’m blockin in my passion for rappin it’s all provacative |
This is how it is if you hate havin jobs |
If you wait then you strong if you fake then you gone |
The fiasco of cash flow, makin me laugh |
So I throw on my costume while swingin my lasso |
Steak for the butcher shop, weightin to slay |
A nice meal 'til they cookin raw paper mache |
So last but not peace I dropped a few lines |
In the book of thought ingredients passin through time |
Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit |
If you can’t deal, with, it |
Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit |
If you can’t deal, with, it |
Yo, yo, yo |
It’s been a long time since my brain felt peace |
It’s this and it’s that but not me |
Or is it, all the think to thought makes me (?) |
With my fingernails with no guilt makes a visit |
I wish I was ten years old again (why?) |
Cause back then I wasn’t so picky about my friends |
Plus I’d rather worry about which toy I want next |
Than havin to worry about my rent check |
See man, don’t you understand? |
You have to beat the system, before you make demands |
And that’s all fine and dandy for the time being |
But I’m sick of payin bills with money I’m never seein (help!) |
Damn computer screen makes my eyes hurt |
I hate givin up my time, that’s why I’m always late for work |
At least fifteen minutes (hurry up) |
Cause I need the snooze bar the way Popeye needs his spinach |
I hate when the little things become big things |
And the big things become bigger things |
That’s when I simply shut my eyes, and cover my ears |
Same thing I’ve done for years |
Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit |
If you can’t deal, with, it |
Let me hear you say fuck, that, shit |
If you can’t deal, with, it |