Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sad Gaz, artist - Mr Boss
Date of issue: 25.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sad Gaz |
Oh when you look |
In the mirror, do you like what you see? |
I see lies and deceit in his eyes, it isn’t me |
And is the way that you’re living in line with your beliefs? |
Nah the life that I’m living’s a lie |
It’s Mr Key |
I never lie when I write life in Brighton was hard |
And it’s not like |
Anyone denied me the chance |
Everybody’s like Kezza keep |
Writing them bars |
And free-styling |
I was knee-high to the grass |
When I learnt to speak rhymes and breathe life to a beat |
And now my CP team keep the cypher complete, Key |
Love to be beside the seaside with freaks |
On a beehive-vibe every night of the week |
Brain buzzing |
Become drum, become your percussion |
It’s nothing |
Hush to the gums, forget buzzing |
And some wonder what I become |
I said fuck 'em |
Lost the one thing that I love |
And said nothing |
Brain buzzing |
Become drum, become your percussion |
It’s nothing |
Hush to the gums, forget buzzing |
And some wonder what I become |
I said fuck 'em |
Lost the one thing that I loved |
And kept running |
Oh when you look |
In the mirror, do you like what you see? |
I see lies and deceit in his eyes, it isn’t me |
And is the way that your living in line with your beliefs? |
Nah the life that I’m living’s a lie |
It’s Mr Key |
The split with the missus hit him like a brick in the face |
That was four raw years of optimism misplaced |
Six, million ways I sit slitting my throat |
I pick hideous oblivion and fillin' my nose |
With the scum from the bottom of a slippery slope |
In the slums of my rotten, moth-bitten abode |
With a lifestyle as brittle as my rickety bones |
And I was trippin' like I pickled my occipital lobe |
Ape-shit, linear lows become highs |
The night becomes sunrise |
Death becomes life |
Why it’s unwise to judge us |
Rough types and munters |
The bell tolls for us, another one bites the dust |
So fuck trying to adjust, just love-life is a must |
Unwind in the grime and the crust |
I was blind now I’m wired as fuck |
I can see straight through your flames when the fires erupt |
Cause it’s the blood dripping in the mud |
Eye of the storm cloud |
Patchwork chrysalis |
I form in a fallout |
Spawned in a dawn fit with bitterness and hatred |
This is for my peeps and creeps who’ll never make it |
Dedicated to you, you and you |
Be how you gotta be and do how you do |
Nobody knows how to move in your shoes |
I know how it goes, I’m a fugitive too |
This is dedicated to you, you and you |
Nobody knows how to move in your shoes |
I know how it goes, I’m a fugitive too |
So be who you gotta be and do how you do |