Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look On The Blight Side, artist - Louis Logic. Album song Look On The Blight Side, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.11.2013
Record label: Fake Four
Song language: English
Look On The Blight Side |
| You will run out of time. |
| You will be cut short |
| Before you’ve really found your prime. |
| You still need much more |
| Down the line you’re only building up toward |
| The dust storm, chillin' at your window cill and front door |
| You could get outta bed, but what for? |
| Sittin' on the couch instead scratching your nuts raw? |
| You’re runnin' outta meds for your lovelorn heart |
| But they won’t accept your card at the drugstore |
| And what’s more, the pills don’t help |
| And of course they won’t prescribe enough to kill oneself |
| You found the one store in NY whose pharmacist is runnin' an honest biz |
| Except he gives you bills from hell |
| And somehow you’re still compelled to press on |
| You think that even bad luck runs out, well you’re dead wrong |
| You havin' fun now? |
| Just wait till global warming makes us vampires |
| Who can’t come out the house till after sundown |
| Don’t get up, it’s just your life |
| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size |
| Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies |
| I came across a thumbtack when I stepped on it |
| Jumped back and put my foot flat in cat excrement |
| Well isn’t that excellent? |
| I think I’ll have a scribble at my will and last testament |
| I’m not a pessimist, I bad luck a lot |
| I’m a rapper, and my dad was a cop |
| I got a lousy career, so I doused it in beer to drown it |
| I bet you that does the job |
| How do you steer a ship you know’s gonna sink? |
| You don’t. |
| You let it slip right over the brink |
| Let’s pretend the world is still flat, go for a drink |
| Spill glass after glass and let the boat skip the rink |
| If it stinks, yep, that bird did hit you |
| And it’s not good luck, holmes, that shirt did fit you |
| Not to burst your tissue, but your therapist’ll never fix your first big issue |
| Don’t get up, it’s just your life |
| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size |
| Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies |
| Don’t get up, it’s just your life |
| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size |
| Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies |
| The world is filthy. |
| Your girlfriend will cheat |
| It kills me that you pay so much for stuff the sky spills free |
| Brrr, it’s chilly for an ugly guy on trial |
| When you’ve got the kinda smile that the judge’ll find guilty |
| Hmm… another fine? |
| Bill me |
| The check is in route, but I expect it to bounce |
| If those creditors that never give up get in this house |
| It won’t be for my checking account. |
| I bet they try and kill me |
| You find it silly, well I find it inconvenient |
| That the very guy who built me’s sense of timing isn’t lenient |
| Why’d the devil bother hiring the demons? |
| Stop the fire! |
| The cost has gotten higher with each season |
| God’s a writer, and I’m a character employed to be hurt |
| It’s not required, but he’s actually enjoying the work |
| Spoiler alert… the story’s gonna end with him burying the boy in the dirt |
| Don’t get up, it’s just your life |
| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size |
| Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies |
| Don’t get up, it’s just your life |
| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size |
| Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies |
| Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies |