Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slugs , by - Lil Ugly Mane. Release date: 17.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Slugs |
| You got sativa, ignite it |
| World stiff as arthritis |
| Dreaming 'bout a crisis, all I fucking hear is sirens |
| Climates turn to ice and your life turn to lifeless |
| Sitting on my throne, I’m alone in the silence |
| First hit the wax, then you exhale the vapor |
| Economies collapse and you’ll stack just some paper |
| Running round a maze while they laugh in your faces |
| Rather burn down the city, get me fucking fifty acres |
| Slugs is just snails without shells |
| The perception: evolution fucked them over and failed |
| But they survive without protection in this jungle they dwell |
| With giants throwing salt all on their people, can’t consider 'em frail |
| Spit vinegar in sour times, live under the power lines |
| I’m just a bag of tumors full of alkaline |
| All you do is carve them out, sew up any abscess |
| Go about your business, keep your distance from the dragnets |
| Backseat driving, passenger traveling, bumming a ride in my own brain |
| Pointless meandering, using the vanity mirror to break up the cocaine |
| Loitering, lost in a memory somewhere between a first kiss and a dope vein |
| Nursing myself as an infant and in the same instant I’m shackled and cuffed and |
| restrained |
| How does this fucking pertain to anything other than coping with pain? |
| All of the time I spent hoping to change, just an obsession with stoking the |
| flames |
| Haunted, something hovers over me, I feels its breath |
| The skeletal projection of accumulated stress |
| You got sativa, ignite it |
| World stiff as arthritis |
| Dreaming 'bout a crisis, all I fucking hear is sirens |
| Climates turn to ice and your life turn to lifeless |
| Sitting on my throne, I’m alone in the silence |
| First hit the wax, then you exhale the vapor |
| Economies collapse and you’ll stack just some paper |
| Running round a maze while they laugh in your faces |
| Rather burn down the city, get me fucking fifty acres |
| Got sativa, ignite it |
| World stiff as arthritis |
| Dreaming 'bout a crisis, all I fucking hear is sirens |
| Climates turn to ice and your life turn to lifeless |
| Sitting on my throne, I’m alone in the silence |
| First hit the wax, then you exhale the vapor |
| Economies collapse and you’ll stack just some paper |
| Running round a maze while they laugh in your faces |
| Rather burn down the city, get me fucking fifty acres |