Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Forever New, artist - ¡MAYDAY!. Album song Believers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.07.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Forever New |
Livin' my life under a blacklight |
Out here paying my dues |
Sometimes I lose it and don’t act right |
Feelin' forever new |
Livin' my life under a blacklight |
Out here paying my dues |
Sometimes I lose it and don’t act right |
Feelin' forever new |
Feelin' forever new |
Another night, another song |
Another message, another wrong |
Another chain too hard to break, I carry on |
The weekday war is hard, but I love gettin' down til there’s blood in my palms |
Faith in the wrong, acein' them all |
Traveling down to get the better set or stake in them all |
I’mma live fast, steady breakin' the laws |
Tell em to get a grip and let me chase the applause |
Nightlight on the tight like the dynamite, got 'em like |
«Man, these some all time lifers.» |
We hype bout it the mic right |
But what can we say to help us to burn brighter |
Go pro so, so long |
Pick it up until the dark, like sonar |
Pen 'em and still I’m on the meal to the bogarts |
So far we broke off the sonar, they so lost |
And I’m here for my birth right, counseling |
One too many in the back of my mind |
Think too much about my life then I found it |
To make me want to jump back in the line |
This one is just another nightlife song |
Come on home and turn the nightlights on |
Waitin' for the sun to rise and I’m not nine to five lies all died in the |
mornin' |
Fives up for the restart, sunset, countdown, get ready, go |
Forever new, we can’t reload |
Sometimes I feel like this in my blood, you know? |
Some of my earliest memories is |
Wakin' up once a week |
And hearin' the party goin' on downstairs |
Black lights, white lines, high times, red eyes |
Clean whips, dirty minds, bad girls, new designs |
Tough city, tougher life |
Callin' death, soul on ice |
Chest burnin' but it feel nice |
Sneakin' not to seek out the night |
And I’m sorry ma |
Cause the downtown lights are never off |
Hypnotized by the evening demons |
Feel the neon lights are turned on |
Hear the DJ rotate my song |
Never thought set would break a dawn |
Feelin' like modern day out-laws |
Getting paid well for singing our songs |
Praise the Lord, thank the stars |
In tape we trust, rush the music cards |
Watch us work hard and earn that rent |
Tryin' to make that boy blow his whole paycheck |
And I feel at home with the freaks and wierdos |
In the club surrounded by people |
Some are scared to say that we’re evil |
But it’s cool |
These are the days of the road (traveling at night) |
Spread my wings as I ease through the door (I reside under this blacklight) |
Wake up, whole new city, gotta shake up |
Time takes up |
Bout ten shows to get the kinks out |
We bake out then we drink up |
We go hard to get cake up |
Caution sign, this tape up |
Down around about an hour to drive |
I got a limited time I get it dranked up |
When I’m fucked up I don’t act right |
Temptation, I just might |
Hard to fight when she is the type to be actin' out at those black lights |
But I’m leaving now, ready tomorrow, twice a year and I’m comin' back |
Sinister Avenue, lovin' the party |
Keepin' it low with no strings attached |
(I'm livin') Livin' every day like my last |
(I'm livin') All work, no play, no rest |
(I'm givin') Givin' every little bit a part of me |
(I'm givin') Last time for me to go and last breath |
(Yeah) Forever my journey, message suggests |
100 dog on top lets rep YEP |
Livin my life under a blacklight |