Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guinnesses, artist - MF DOOM. Album song MM..FOOD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.11.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Guinnesses |
…shayton never came so ill, he got skill |
Met a brother from the drill that gave my spine chills |
All. |
thirty three nerves controllin my curves |
Common sense just swerved everytime I got served |
Stress, frustration, empty rhetoric |
Cold as winter in conneticut |
Compassion lackin deficit |
Thought it was love life, sent from above |
You not a soulmate |
More ways and actions of a crimate |
Who by low and census comin faker than extentions |
Pistol way offed in intentions outta here sister was missin |
Intuition baby it was me I couldn’t see |
Holdin onto fantasy, gettin bit by reality |
(Chorus) |
War wound, purple heart, love veteran |
Morphine, pain killers, drugs and medicine |
Anything just to forget the hurt, INCOMING… |
Take cover hit the dirt |
On the frontline, there’s casualities in the mind |
And the POW’s get left behind |
Mentally scarred for life, love is war |
And some chics are just too hard to wife |
I should’ve debtted it from Genisis |
Instead of hittin them Guinnessez |
Now I’m free fallin cursin at the street brawlin |
He cease callin, no appetite for free stallin |
So deep all in, I bet he never stop ballin |
Women, forsake God for the scent of a man |
Sacrifice I hold life for a slice, overstand? |
Maybe it’s a lack of pigment |
Loneliness imagine figment |
Ownly got the car tinted to pull extra G’s in it Damn Jody, comin with the okie doke, pokie poke |
Steady rockin boats, got me aimin for ya throats |
Sniper scope, weren’t we supposed to elope? |
Propose then ya froze, I don’t think that I can cope |
(Chorus) |
War wound, purple heart, love veteran |
Morphine, pain killers, drugs and medicine |
Anything just to forget the hurt, INCOMING… |
Take cover hit the dirt |
On the frontline, there’s casualities in the mind |
And the POW’s get left behind |
Mentally scarred for life, love is war |
And some chics are just too hard to wife |
Constant frustration, stemmin from a no win situation |
Rushin lust and fornication, adding to the complication |
Patience is a virtue, pain run deep with love desert you |
Listenin to wisperin, choosin chaos over discipline |
Simpleton, life should really be a piece of intimance |
Relationships swiftin in Flower essence: penstemon |
Gentlemen, my favorite shit, so I never forsaken it I presevere, make it fit, sculptin and reshapin it Takin sips off a fifth and IF passion it Inscense in sits candles lit, scandalous |
Emotional bandages, why would he abandon us? |
Guess he couldn’t handle it, the boss is magnanimous |
(Chorus) |
War wound, purple heart, love veteran |
Morphine, pain killers, drugs and medicine |
Anything just to forget the hurt, INCOMING… |
Take cover hit the dirt |
On the frontline, there’s casualities in the mind |
And the POW’s get left behind |
Mentally scarred for life, love is war |
And some chics are just too hard to wife |