Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Neighborhood Protection Spell (Lana Del Biden Nem) , by - Open Mike Eagle. Release date: 16.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Neighborhood Protection Spell (Lana Del Biden Nem) |
| Look at me |
| I’m winnin' the Invisible Olympics |
| Old head speakin' through a would-be apprentice |
| I hold my pen like a would-be appendage |
| They say pain is the way to redemption |
| Yeah, you want somethin' safe? |
| Be a dentist |
| I know goddamn well what we attempted |
| But when I learn somethin' new I forget shit |
| «Rent it,» I’m trying, but I’m saying it’s expensive |
| They said sleep was a lot like death |
| But I looked and I just can’t see the resemblance |
| I’m hidden in at least three dimensions |
| And I repeat it for release of the tension |
| Yeah, I’m there like it’s perfect attendance (Yeah) |
| I’m stuck 'cause my license suspended (Yeah) |
| I should have never tried to defend it |
| Independence, I’m trying, I’m just saying it’s expensive |
| Ghetto in the way I talk |
| You can never read my thoughts |
| Ghetto in the way I slide |
| Back to the wall, all pain I hide (I hide) |
| Ghetto in the way I’m dumb |
| South side, south side, where you from? |
| (I ain’t dumb) |
| Ghetto in the way I move |
| Bang that beat with a knife and a spoon (Just come here) |
| Be quiet, hear the sound of the utmost |
| Pay attention, bring it in like a tugboat |
| Pay attention in the biz 'cause it’s cutthroat |
| You be thinking y’all friends but it’s donezo |
| Front row, chillin', we pretend like we gung-ho |
| And see the addict got his miss on the jumbo |
| 'Cause he a fiend like Windham Rotundo |
| We civilized, got friends in the jungle |
| Maybe gang heart weigh a ton though |
| We know the unseen spark where the plug go |
| But when the room go dark, where the love go? |
| Chillin' like a shark in the mud though |
| Blood flow heavy like the drama on the soaps, Telemundo |
| They all out of rubber gloves at the drug store |
| But where the sun go |
| We ain’t afraid, got guts full of gusto |
| We cut it short like the glove with the thumb hole |
| But where he go? |
| Why I’m even on the run though? |
| I’m tucked low, I’m in my shells like a gun show |
| But I done come so far though |
| My therapist said I came so far, yeah |
| Ghetto in the way I talk |
| You can never read my thoughts |
| Ghetto in the way I slide |
| Back to the wall, all pain I hide (I hide) |
| Ghetto in the way I’m dumb |
| South side, south side, where you from? |
| (We ain’t dumb) |
| Ghetto in the way I move |
| Bang that beat with a knife and a spoon |