Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Glide, artist - Lunar C. Album song Jake, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dcypha
Song language: English
Glide |
| Yo, contemplating as I ponder, making observations |
| I just used a lot of ways to get across the same thing |
| I’m over-complicating it but what I’m saying is |
| I’m sorry ‘bout this stupid song I made, I wasn’t concentrating |
| If the world ends with a fight between God and Satan |
| I wouldn’t even know which side to choose |
| It just depends on whether I’m allowed to take drugs in Heaven |
| 'Til then I’m fucking groupies and bunning lemon haze with One Direction |
| Destined to be a star but not right now though |
| We ain’t taking no handouts, we’ve gotta find our own |
| Bitch let’s fuck in a Premier Inn with the lights down low |
| On a bed covered in loose change and five pound notes |
| Got my spacesuit and my jet pack |
| I’m ‘bout to relocate |
| I don’t know if I’ll be able to get back |
| But I tell myself I’ll be okay, I’ll be okay |
| I’m going up up and away to infinity and beyond |
| No more misery I don’t want no one missing me when I’m gone away |
| Life’s a joke, I’m dead serious |
| Life’s a joke, I’m dead serious |
| Yo, tell a wasteman if you smoke then you should call me up |
| My weed tastes like shit and my 20 bags are small as fuck |
| Don’t be deterred by the fumes when I’m burning this zoot |
| I keep the good shit for personal use, come fucks with me |
| Before I go broke and be a victim of circumstance |
| I’ll blow the Boisht factory up and do an insurance scam |
| Neck a whole bottle of Captain Morgans and hop on stage |
| I’m like a male model 'cause I’m making money off my face |
| Tryna get my debts paid and my head straight |
| My only plan is to earn dough |
| I’ll be doing this until my blood turns cold |
| The spliff’s top heavy like body builders that miss out on leg day |
| Putting burn holes in my church clothes |
| Can’t grow facial hair and I don’t have enough muscle |
| Fired my stunt double for having too much stubble |
| I don’t ask for much in life — I’d just like a beard |
| So I don’t get asked for I.D. |
| when I’m buying beer |
| Got my spacesuit and my jet pack |
| I’m ‘bout to relocate |
| I don’t know if I’ll be able to get back |
| But I tell myself I’ll be okay, I’ll be okay |
| I’m going up up and away to infinity and beyond |
| No more misery I don’t want no one missing me when I’m gone away |
| Life’s a joke, I’m dead serious |
| Life’s a joke, I’m dead serious |