Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gone Girl, artist - Nitty Scott. Album song The Art of Chill, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nitty Scott
Song language: English
Gone Girl |
Just let it ride, let it ride |
This shit |
It sound like pain |
I can relate |
Yo |
Maybe it’s the drugs |
I’m giving you nigga shrugs |
I’m unplugged, disconnected and bugged out |
I’m all hugged out |
And all I got is bars |
All I got is scars |
But they just want to light cigars over slow guitar |
And watch me do the pole dance underneath the stars |
Hold up |
I’ll take it back to learning to tie my laces |
Familiar faces ran races in intimate places |
And maybe one of those intimate paces |
That move at fast paces and seek better spaces |
I was divorced in the family portrait, I know my limits |
Step daddy trying get up in it, I ain’t with it |
So I did it, bought a ticket and split it |
Coach class, leave my pass on a one way |
Had to take my life into my own hands some way |
Hoping I can rise above it one day |
It wasn’t easy like Sunday |
What you know about pain? |
The kind that leaves stains on your veins |
I’ll tell you why the cage bird sings |
Think I’m going insane |
Okay |
I stayed in school, tried to remain in a booth |
Cause it was just me |
Four walls and the truth |
Put my dreams on hold for survival mode |
Cause the nights were long and the wind was cold |
Vultures of our culture praying on my young ambitions |
Telling me schemes (Uh) |
Selling me dreams (Uh) |
Push to the extremes 'till the hell of me screams |
I’m lost in mans nothing’s what it seems |
Nightly at the spot but I’m from your block (Uh) |
Light as a rock and I’m locked if you knock |
I’m patient but I’m anxious |
See they’re not the same thing |
I just catch an overdose of adrenaline to my brain |
Cold sweats, nausea, dizziness, chest pains |
Automatic panic, frenetic in the fast lane |
This shit is odd and I’m looking to god for a nod |
I need a sign not another facade |
But while I’m waiting and contemplating |
I keep the weed burning |
Keep the page turning |
Like a long sermon |
Got a curse for nervousness that’s hitting the surface |
Guess that all I’m trying to say is that I’m flawed but I’m working |