Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Staring at the Sun, artist - Oncue. Album song Leftovers 2.1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Allofus
Song language: English
Staring at the Sun |
| Yea yea, yea yea |
| Yo yea yea yea-o yo yo |
| Yo ya, yea yo, yea yo |
| You say it’s my fucked up tooth |
| I say it’s my fucked up youth |
| Little boy in his home stuck in a cocoon |
| Writing raps before his head go boom |
| Ran away from the drug abuse |
| No duck, duck, goose |
| O lord who cut him loose |
| Now I want all my hoes in two |
| Anything less? |
| Goddamn failure |
| Smoke too much Need an inhaler |
| Mouth like a motherfucking goddamn sailor |
| Most of the industry Palin, Sarah (Sarah Palin) |
| Dumbass motherfuckers |
| Abusing power |
| Yes, men around ya |
| All ya hopped off too much powder |
| I’ma go from Matt Lauer to Jack Bauer |
| In a half hour |
| Put you in a chokehold |
| Not the bullshit you could tap out of |
| Get louder |
| Boom boom, pap pap, take that coward |
| That’s what happen to people like you |
| History repeats itself and, well |
| You know thats true shit |
| You don’t get me? |
| I don’t get you |
| Fuck your blog |
| My mom thinks I’m special |
| Buy a ticket for that train of thought |
| With your so called friends |
| Pretending to respect you |
| Neglect you, trying to indirect you |
| Hand you a noose, and tie it in a pretzel |
| With no one to catch you |
| They kick the fucking chair |
| Well I don’t fucking care |
| N tell you ain’t special |
| Take me down |
| Take me under |
| Lay the Veil |
| Over this wonder |
| Let’s set sail |
| On the ropes now |
| Where do we go now? |
| x2 |
| I’ve been staring at the stars for too long, for too long |
| Now I’ve been staring at the stars for too long, for too long, yeah |
| I’m making it hard to breathe they need a respirator |
| I bet you to the type to stand still on the escalator |
| Long days, but miss sight, when you rhyme tight and decide to chase the paper |
| Lonely nights when my songs right, but real shit, fuck life |
| I’ll chase that later |
| Slow down when I’m dead |
| Fell of my bike, revel in the pain |
| Got back up, jumped on the edge |
| Then whipped the grindin' on the fence with pegs |
| 360 to a bunny hop, now it’s 360 |
| Cause the bunnies hop on my dick in-stead |
| Don’t tell me it’s raining then piss on my leg |
| Why you complaining? |
| Your shit doing rad |
| You never had patience so you in the red |
| The shit that I’m saying I’ve already said |
| So I will relay it before you are dead |
| Get this through your head |
| This my real voice, (clears throat) |
| You just mad you ain’t got one |
| Always had drive, but I used to ride shotgun |
| Now I’m in the driver’s seat |
| This ain’t a game of hide and seek, I like |
| Pornography, typography |
| I now know what’s my Odyssey |
| And no motherfucker is hot as me |
| Yea, blemish shit don’t bother me |
| I won’t pick up stop calling me |
| This runs through my veins and my arteries |
| Every verse is a bio, ain’t hard to read |