Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blur, artist - Lou The Human.
Date of issue: 01.08.2019
Song language: English
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 |