Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song World Of Fantasy, artist - Question?Date of issue: 09.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
World Of Fantasy |
| Yeah, straight off the corner, Apple and Eagle |
| Braveheart bitch like the times are medieval |
| Married to the block, divorced the cathedral |
| Standing on the corner selling porcelain to people |
| Forced into evil, it’s all in your head |
| It’s all so cerebral, call me Knievel |
| You follow and I lead you straight to the needle |
| The bottle, the battle, the beetles’ll eat you |
| Momma named Cita, I love you Cita |
| 'Member when your pussy second husband used to beat you? |
| Remember when I went into the kitchen, got the cleaver? |
| He ain’t give a fuck, I ain’t give a fuck either |
| He could see the devil, see the devil in my features |
| You could smell the ether, you can see Cita |
| You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features |
| I am her voice and the world is my speaker |
| I’m speaking |
| Living in a world of fantasy |
| His back against the wall |
| Living in a world of fantasy |
| His back against the wall |
| With my spine up against these tagged up brick walls |
| Flip grams, quick hand, quicksand, pitfalls |
| Big balls intact through error syntax |
| That stormy weather where the trees don’t bend back |
| Left home at 16, I ain’t never been back |
| When it come to being broke, they say I never been flat |
| A punk ass bitch, I ain’t never been that |
| Reminisce on daddy’s quart of Schlitz in his lap |
| And his Newport box with only one stick left |
| Snort heroin, then he shoved me in his chest |
| Used to really believe I’ll never be the best |
| Hell must be on my shoulder cause the devil sing the rest |
| Right on it through his binges with them poisonous syringes |
| Beating on my mama, kicked the door off the hinges |
| I wish I was old enough to stop him when he did it |
| So long ago, but even I can’t forget it, so listen |
| Living in a world of fantasy |
| His back against the wall |
| Living in a world of fantasy |
| His back against the wall |
| Demonic in my presence, street corner like a reverend |
| Tryna find the change, shining lightning light in heaven |
| Triple 7, triple 6, tribulations, triple trick |
| Triple grip, triple spitting like I had a triple lip |
| Let’s make simple sense of the main difference |
| Angel of Death swing, got a sinner in a clench |
| Revolver in my fist, earthworm to a fish |
| Bait on the line, watch me catch 'em with this |
| Coke fly off compound, off round white rock |
| Balling like Earl Manigault in his high top |
| Third eye cyclops, beaten down by five cops |
| Left for dead and this ain’t even my block |
| Thinking of my pops, thinking of my moms |
| Rather be just blazing, listening to Saigon |
| Cause when you think up, God strike you down |
| Body full of current, lightning never hit the ground |
| Living in a world of fantasy |
| His back against the wall |
| Living in a world of fantasy |
| His back against the wall |