Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dig It Out , by - ¡MAYDAY!. Song from the album Take Me to Your Speakers, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.01.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Dig It Out |
| Break ground on a |
| Not so solid surface |
| Rock the common turf with |
| Rottweillers with purpose |
| Moving around and now he duly get down |
| Draw blood and it’s oozing now |
| My heart has been losing pounds |
| By the minute you play cynic like the bleeding isn’t real |
| But the leaks that I conceal have an overwhelming feel |
| And it’s danger |
| Under the ground I see saviours |
| Who’s memories I buried with my very scary neighbours |
| Razors, raze the bottom line blazes |
| Pick and shuffle the blame |
| Kicking trouble for days |
| And I’m feeling like this bassinet is just another coffin |
| Heavin, coughin, reachin, often |
| Kicking up dust on the life I lived |
| You see I’m Mad Max with an axe |
| And I’m minus wife and kids |
| I’m looking for the clues that I might have missed |
| So if you find me in the dirt and you see I’m tryin to dig remember that |
| This is a dangerous time we live in |
| Revolutions all around |
| I found a dream that I was given |
| Down deep inside the ground |
| Lets, lets, lets dig it out |
| Put crown on her |
| Better better so we be on |
| Get a little go see me gone |
| I’mma let them all keep me strong |
| Pick it up and I’m gonna beat the pawns |
| Add a little bit of butter I’mma eat the fawn |
| I’m a illin' motherfucker with a piece of wrong |
| The world is on it’s knees |
| These sane names and fame games |
| Get a license with the strange lane |
| My aims plain but ain’t changed since 1983 |
| This ain’t pain but hey man |
| I’m trying to maintain sane |
| This caveman bring great fam |
| That’s just the way it be |
| In a world of darkness |
| I’m digging for catharsis |
| I’m sipping on the arsenic |
| Just to say I’m a part of it |
| The media |
| The medium |
| The miniscule we make |
| The mediocore medicare on my mininum wage |
| I’m smiling but I’m not okay |
| I’m dialing, don’t know what I’ll say |
| I’m filing for asylum |
| But I’m whiling violins on that mountain plate |
| We walking up to take the stage |
| Got dirt and sand all in my face |
| If this here is my final play |
| Here’s what you’ll hear my tombstone say |
| This is a dangerous time we live in |
| Revolutions all around |
| I found a dream that I was given |
| Down deep inside the ground |
| Lets, lets, lets dig it out |