Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blackout , by - Mads Veslelia. Release date: 16.08.2018
Song language: English
Blackout |
| I don’t wanna rap fast, I don’t wanna rap aggressive |
| But I’m in a math class, and I ain’t got no answers |
| Better pass the measure, I got a short temper, never fought gentle |
| I said pass the measure, I’ma class wrecker, I’ma grab a pencil |
| And then I draw the hangman and just hang him |
| On the spot with no questions and no guessing |
| I don’t listen, not a yes man, not addressing my depression |
| I compress them, a confession |
| I’ma reflection of people just scratching the texture for giving me lectures |
| Yep, yep, then I walk out, thinking I’ma dork now |
| Picking up my four-pound, kidding it’s a joke pal |
| Living in a dope house, swimming in the raw pile |
| Amphetamine that mom piled |
| I’m more stressed out than 21 pilots |
| Stick chest out, as enemy’s pounding |
| But the next time I’m bringing in violence |
| Heavily guidance, damaging bodies |
| Irrelevant shoutings, settling silence |
| Devil in eyelids, revenge, impious |
| Revving up, mileage over the allowance |
| Sending in sirens, the brain is biased |
| Shit is never planned, I pray to stay private, hide it |
| But I just blackout, what do you want from me? |
| I blackout, you gonna run from me |
| I blackout, you may be grumpy |
| But I blackout, lash out, forever trapped in a madhouse |
| Blackout, you think I’m gimmicking |
| But I blackout, you think it’s imagery when I |
| I blackout, don’t have the artillery but I |
| Blackout, act out, you better stay in the background |
| Background, got used to standing in the background |
| No understanding for the wack clown |
| I used to panic in front of packed crowds |
| Felt like a psychic, and I read minds |
| And they said I’m an inbred kind |
| With injured mind, and a sled tied to my damn spine |
| But I shred lines, never bedtime and no red light can portend crises |
| You condemn life but I make rhymes |
| And then paint skies in my head like I’m insane, fine |
| But I’m Fred Klein |
| I’m in the middle of a deadline |
| Bellow, cannot stand crying |
| Plenum full of magpies |
| Venom in the amped eyes |
| Bedroom got me anti |
| Revel, and I analyze |
| Levels in my blood rise |
| To an instant instinct, feeling of an infinite hatred |
| Ever since an infant, feeding off an infamous cadence |
| And the engine cringes wheeling on pavement of traitors |
| No waiting, no laters, no «hey» there’s no favors |
| You rating my papers |
| Keep hating, no tazers |
| Be changing my nature |
| I’m facing my layers of raging, I’m anxious |
| I’m slating my errors, keep playing, no Aengus can save us |
| My status is shameless, got haters in canthus I can’t trust |
| But I just blackout, what do you want from me? |
| I blackout, you gonna run from me |
| I blackout, you may be grumpy |
| But I blackout, lash out, forever trapped in a madhouse |
| Blackout, you think I’m gimmicking |
| But I black out, you think it’s imagery when I |
| I black out, don’t have the artillery but I |
| Blackout, act out, you better stay in the background |
| Round x3 |
| Trapped in a madhouse house (house x3) |
| I promise and I can assure you this, you get a timeout |
| When I get a blurry vision and dry mouth |
| Yeah man I’ma nerdy kid but this my house |
| I don’t wanna murder, shit but I’m fired up |
| Showing no mercy, kid better go dial-up |
| Mothersucking emergency, there’s no tryouts |
| Perky Percocets cannot ride out, pain for you when I aim for you |
| Go hide out, but I doubt |
| But I just blackout, what do you want from me? |
| I blackout, you gonna run from me |
| I blackout, you may be grumpy |
| But I blackout, lash out, forever trapped in a madhouse |
| Blackout, you think I’m gimmicking |
| But I blackout, you think it’s imagery when |
| I blackout, don’t have the artillery but I |
| Blackout, act out, you better stay in the background |
| BLACK OUT |