Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blur , by - Lou The Human. Release date: 01.08.2019
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blur , by - Lou The Human. Blur |
| Every night, I don’t remember |
| But I’d rather burn out than get burnt by a soul |
| I don’t even really know |
| I don’t even really know |
| It’s all been a blur, yeah |
| Looking but I can’t find |
| And I hear you but I can’t see you here, yeah |
| I think I’m losing my mind |
| And no, no, I’m lost in the cure, yeah, yeah (Cure, yeah, yeah) |
| Looking but I can’t find |
| I hear you but I can’t see you here, yeah |
| I think I’m losing my mind |
| And no, no, it’s all been a blur, yeah |
| Oh-woah, oh-woah, it’s all been a blur |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh |
| Oh-woah, oh-woah, it’s all been a blur (Yeah) |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh |
| I’m from the same place they made Lego hearts |
| But there’s no love, love’ll get you killed |
| A kill’ll get you loved, that’s the circle of life |
| Circle the block before we certain to light |
| Burning the pot, poppin' prescriptions just to feel a little number |
| Rolling deeper 'cause it’s hotter in the summer |
| Smelling like potency with a pocket full of hunnids |
| Young kids did dumb things for the fuck of it |
| Yeah, I used to trap but I stopped |
| I ain’t tryna get snatched by the cops, they already wildin' |
| So we be moving low like a semicolon |
| With some white girls, but I bet that them Kellys rolling |
| Shit, they just all love the buzz |
| I ain’t tryna get caught up with drugs, I already did |
| But that shit is common where we grew from |
| Too many kids died way too young |
| I used to watch the homies flip pills, pop 'em and tell me |
| «Yo, these shits kill, don’t ever take 'em», but I did |
| We was in the crib, levitating, facing death |
| But we hesitating for the thrills, yeah |
| I can’t even feel no more |
| I don’t even know what’s real no more, man, its hard to tell |
| Pardon the smell, that’s teen spirit |
| If you want a high, you should probably just breathe near it |
| It’s too potent |
| It’s all been a blur, yeah |
| Looking but I can’t find |
| I hear you but I can’t see you here, yeah |
| I think I’m losing my mind |
| And no, no, I’m lost in the cure, yeah, yeah (Woah-woah, oh-woah, |
| it’s all been a blur) |
| Looking but I can’t find (Oh, oh, oh, oh) |
| I hear you but I can’t see you here, yeah (Oh-woah, oh-woah) |
| Think I’m losing my mind (Oh, oh, oh, oh) |
| And no, no, it’s all been a blur, yeah |
| (Painkiller Paradise, Staten Island) |
| (20 pill a habit, cats are wildin) |
| (Painkiller paradise, Staten Island) |
| (20 pill a habit, cats are wildin) |
| (And no, no, I’m lost in the cure, yeah, yeah) |
| Hoo, hoo |
| Hoo |
| Hoo, hoo, hoo |
| Birthdays start to mean less and less with the older I get |
| But I’ve been 40 years old since I was like ten so it ain’t nothing to me |
| And fuck modest, I’m the hottest up in my fucking city |
| They know I be dumbin', ain’t nobody close that’s fucking with me |
| I used to eat people’s scraps when they wasn’t looking |
| Sleeping at friends' houses just to sneak up in they kitchen |
| And now I’m tryna figure out where these couple stacks went |
| They passed the J and said, «Try it» |
| I been fucking smacked since |
| I don’t move was past-tense |
| Fast forward, they ain’t near Lou |
| I don’t look in the rear view, if I die I’ma crash forward |
| 'Cause the girl I love don’t feel the same |
| But I can’t even feel no pain |
| No more, I been numb to shit since I was like a fucking kid |
| Painkiller Paradise raised me, I was just bound to go crazy |
| Wanted to bounce and never come back to this shit |
| Left and realized nowhere else could capture the feeling |
| Of having your back to the wall and still be attached to the ceiling |
| Everyone I know’s a pothead |
| Poppin' prescriptions like Xanax |
| All of these drugs that’s around me, how could I not be a manic? |
| How could I not be in panic? |
| Paranoia had found me when I was high as fuck |
| Tryna figure out something to ground me |
| So move the fuck from around me, I don’t trust nobody |
| I gave my heart to them and never got it back, I gotta snap |
| I heard a lot of raps and a lot of wack shit, I let it rock |
| Now I’m finna' pop |
| Bitch I’m top 10 dead alive |
| I’m really never home, I’m always on the go |
| And If I’m not, then I’m always in the zone |
| I got some shit at Matt’s crib I’ll probably never wear |
| Couldn’t fit packing |
| I live in different cities like a catfish |
| I gave my life to rap, I can’t get it back |
| All this time I spend, I went missing, it’s not ticking back |
| Wish I picked a different path |
| I overthink for a hobby |
| The staff hate us, spilling drinks while we stink in the lobby |
| You hit me right when I drop, man |
| You making it obvious what your motives are |
| I been tryna to cope with stardom, promise I’ll be known a martyr |
| I got a lot of sons, I should check up on more |
| But fuck all y’all |
| I’m screaming out «Who want war?» |
| Fuck an empty threat |
| You was off since the day we met |
| Mad because you lost a queen |
| Boy, I’m playing mental chess |
| And the sad thing is, we did a couple songs |
| I fuck with you, dawg, I still got love for you you, dawg |
| But love’ll kill you, so I’m mindful of who I say «I feel you» to |
| I don’t feel you dudes, I feel you food |
| I mean I’ll steal your food right up off your dish |
| I mean your mouths full, you was always talking shit |
| But nevermind that |
| You tryna find Rack, I’m tryna' find stacks |
| And fast, 'cause I know I cannot buy the time back |
| I’m tryna buy my mom a house I couldn’t buy dad |
| Voices in my head, I’m either crazy or it’s my dad |
| Having dreams about Cobain and Mike Jack |
| Asking me how I write raps, I just tell 'em I type facts, yeah |
| My dad was type black |
| And my mom is type white so the gray’s where I’m at |
| Real growth comes from losing your mind |
| Fuck other people’s definition of what’s wrong and what’s right |
| I was 11 years old and all I wanted to do was just write |
| And teachers told me it’s wrong |
| I guess I’m wrong, it’s aight |
| In the dark, I’m the light |
| We be sparking at night |
| Don’t believe what you saying, man, you was hardly the type |
| You make songs for the hype, I make songs of my life |
| My hearts on the sleeve of a shirt I haven’t worn in a while |
| And y’all all in denial, yeah |
| Old rappers, I’m pushing the culture forward |
| You wanna just go backwards |
| Lil' dough got you all backwards |
| Money can’t change me |
| Never home till I go crazy, bitch |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Suspicious | 2019 |
| Refill | 2019 |
| Death Note | 2019 |
| Overdose | 2019 |
| Cameras | 2019 |
| Way Back When | 2019 |
| Holiday | 2019 |
| Painkiller Paradise | 2019 |
| Stay Safe | 2019 |
| Late Night | 2019 |
| Dr. Evil | 2020 |
| Nirvana In The Whip | 2019 |
| Make You Sick | 2019 |