Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sun Storm, artist - Mac Lethal. Album song 11:11, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.04.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Sun Storm |
Conflict-resolution and it’s damn sure not specialty |
I want to thank everyone for listening to the album that they just listen to |
Please don’t take out your lighters though it’s kinda sad |
I’m from the meth-lab city of broken dreams and cracked out dope of means |
Where everybody is lookin for an ocean scene |
Where pac and biggie are pass’e |
Cause back home we speak in terms of mac dre and fat tone |
I’m from a city where there’s actually people that |
Are bother by the thought of homosexual marriage |
The bible belt friendly smiles and christian steeples |
And names like bobby sue jenkins and belinda peoples |
This town is so erie when it snows all the trees look like |
Ghost appearing from the road |
The crows flew south of heaven and found the elixir |
The echo of silence whisper from the mouth of the river |
To say yah the city could be great one day but the first step |
Is getting out of our own way |
I’ve been to bigger cities they produce bigger frowns |
All dying right here in this town |
And I know there’s something beautiful within my grasp |
And I know I think I’m satisfy but it won’t last |
And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path |
I’ll find another rain storm to fill my glass |
To quote my life is written by anonymous fuck it |
I think I’ll keep the liquid courage and the broken promises |
So if your comin' over bring the bottle and a cup |
There’s a war goin on outside and I don’t give a fuck |
I can never win the fight for me |
I could only minimize the details of my life story |
I was born late july 1981 skip a bunch |
Bullshit until now and then stories done |
But I’m a write the chapters later in my life |
In a nursing home with a sweet lady for a wife |
Both of us in wheel chairs we quietly hold hands |
It’s strange but one day I’m gonna be an old man |
I hope to be happy on that day because |
I finally stood up and moved the hell outta my own way |
I need to move the hell outta my own way |
(note to self) so do you |
And I know there’s something beautiful within my grasp |
And I know I think I’m satisfy but it won’t last |
And I know to lace my boots up and pick my path |
I’ll find another rain storm to fill my glass |
No no no |
Don’t get your lighters out this isn’t ben harper |
Thank you southern thank you opus and thank you kansas city |
Goodnight |