Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Exile, artist - ¡MAYDAY!. Album song Thrift Store Halos, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.08.2012
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Exile |
If I never existed would you be alarmed? |
If we minus the friction would it do you harm? |
Was I meant to be gone from all we know is wrong? |
I think its time to pack my bags cause im moving on |
Don’t ya wanna? |
Let’s just hide out |
You see these hills have had eyes on me ever since the day I stopped crawling |
Wrek’ll start falling that’s kettle cart calling potholes |
On my stairway to heaven the airplay im getting seems fair wait a second |
Ive been running away from the wrong damn arrows |
With this strong mans shadow |
Then along came narrow minded pardon my time is shallow |
I speak in codes chasing things that no one know is there |
I know your scared so take your souls and throw them in the air |
Im leaving on a jet plane |
And this sour mashed whiskey’s bout' to lift me out the next frame |
Build a house up on the outskirts and fortify |
Everything we might of let slide on the borderline |
They used to dream the scheme |
Now they forget to sell |
This place is Exile, I’ll keep an extra cell |
Propose to solitude im hearing wedding bells |
Im climbing Jacob’s ladder |
My heaven is your hell |
Give em' everything I got |
Give em' everything I earned |
Still it don’t amount to nothing more than just a bridge to burn |
On a road outside the bubble what I saw’s another world |
What I gave was ¡MAYDAY! |
music |
But back home heads are burrowed |
Rock bottom girls |
With some uptown problems |
Red bottoms got em' blinded, faking love before they solve em' |
I guess I wait for autumn either that run for the hills |
You don’t want to see Michael Douglas ordering breakfast meals |
I wonder how a free fall feels |
To eat lunch on a ledge |
Turkey Swiss on a baguette |
They say I ain’t right in the head |
Missing tools inside the shed |
Cause I’d rather chill inside instead of catering for fake friends |
So I guess I play pretend now |
Build myself a fort and then protect it with my pals |
Fuck the non-believers I jam receivers with frequencies |
Too advanced to them so Im an outcast frequently |
(Were just gonna go away for a minute, were coming back) |