Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Afterglow (Outro), artist - Nitty Scott. Album song The Art of Chill, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.05.2014
Record label: Nitty Scott
Song language: English
Afterglow (Outro) |
| Pardon my Bohemian ways |
| I know I act like I be stuck in a Bohemian daze |
| You said you love me, so don’t rush me |
| Love is patient and now you gotta trust me |
| To take form, like the canvas of the Grand Canyon |
| Product of a beautiful storm or an unborn |
| Carried just below the heart |
| Quietly preparing for his start |
| Let me Michelangelo my Sistine Chapel |
| You know they say Rome wasn’t built in a day |
| And diamonds need a while before they hit the display |
| So I guess I see myself in a similar way |
| I’m paced, like my momma in the kitchen whipping |
| Always mixing up and fixing |
| Begged her for a taste and she said it wasn’t ready |
| She stir it up slow and she cook it up steady |
| This is not a race track, living in the ASAP |
| I’m just trying to do it justice when it play back |
| Sometimes I gotta stall the BPM |
| So I can weave these dreams and polish up these gems |
| In the end, I got love for the show biz |
| But sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses |
| Keeping up with the Kardashians and Joneses |
| Nah, I take my time and compose this |
| They say greatness get better with time |
| They say concrete roses hard to find |
| Sit inside my room, and let these thoughts bloom |
| It’s a secret garden in my mind |
| Flower child |
| Okay, buffering, creativity suffering |
| When you bustlin' hustlin' for the numbers and |
| You missed the journey if you climbed too fast |
| The beauty of the struggle when it comes to pass |
| Amateurs swear they need a balancer |
| I want that legendary like excalibur |
| Chasing calibers liberated as a bachelor |
| Traveler, never falling victim to these calendars |
| Rough draft after rough draft |
| No staff, perfecting on my abstract craft |
| And now they calling me celebrity |
| Only thing I give a damn about is my integrity |
| They play the game like checkers when I’m talking bout chess |
| Tryna do more when I’m talking bout less, I stress |
| Quantity ain’t always quality |
| So let me formulate my prophecy |
| When the lights get low and you notice I am the sun |
| The winter time was snow but only little you know |
| I will still breathe, give me the keys |
| I’m resuscitating the game, see me in CPR |
| My name is a gun cocked, gun shot |
| Dead and I won’t stop |
| Gun cocked, gun shot |
| Head in a pine box |
| With a dozen roses, hold this with a gift card |
| Gun cocked, gun shot |
| Flowers on your momma’s yard |
| They say greatness get better with time |
| They say concrete roses hard to find |
| Sit inside my room, and let these thoughts bloom |
| It’s a secret garden in my mind |
| Flower child |
| They say greatness gets better with time |
| So why expedite my prime? |
| See I’m just a lilac tied to the earth |
| Exuding the fragrance of light and birth |
| So respect my photosynthesis |
| My petals, my stems, full of nourishing flow |
| You thought this was a love song, but no |
| I just need you to let me grow |