Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Me Down, artist - Rehab. Date of issue: 05.08.2021
Song language: English
Take Me Down |
| Take me down to the water |
| Drop me down and pull me up |
| Wash away all my sin |
| But don’t eat those fish when they float to the top |
| Take me down to the water |
| Drop me down and pull me up |
| Wash away all my sin |
| But don’t eat those fish when they float to the top |
| Me and Dakota rockin' the real, it’s hard to make Danny chill |
| He thinkin' 'bout it, if he not goin' off at the grill |
| Why is a right-handed homer to right the opposite field? |
| When I’m out of the studio, the monotony builds |
| But is a busy melon really necessary for skills? |
| I’m syllabically OCD |
| Like Belichick choosin' a new QB |
| Not the coolest cutter at camp, but damn if he’s not a cool breed |
| Gotta brag a little bit, apologies |
| I’m sorry, guys, at times I get starry-eyed |
| 1981 space invader, Atari-eyed |
| Kaleidoscope showed up in my MRI |
| And Chuck Bukowski told me to not even try |
| I get the feelin' his heart was black as bein' born blind |
| I’m more inclined to optimism, love is underdog in this, but |
| Okay, lifespan critique rap, somebody market this |
| Red carpet any jackass, and let him know about his wack-ass ways |
| Until the end of his days |
| They will remember the worst verse, the drugs and the curse words |
| Effortlessly, ignorant, take zero to to cokes |
| Rammin' skis up your nostrils, hittin' the slopes |
| It’s goin' down like the Concord clippin' the top of the oaks |
| Now that I got you locked in to my provocative flow |
| I’m rippin' this gift like a greedy kid at Christmas, I be throwin' them bows |
| Take me down to the water |
| Drop me down and pull me up |
| Wash away all my sin |
| But don’t eat those fish when they float to the top |
| Take me down to the water |
| Drop me down and pull me up |
| Wash away all my sin |
| But don’t eat those fish when they float to the top |
| Yeah, I spit it slick, cold enough to freeze grease |
| Geez Louise, he’s the Texas Pete on a three piece |
| Biscuit box with tater logs and sweet tea |
| For five buckaroos with AC in the summer heat |
| Don’t call me sir, I work for a livin' |
| Like a jerk, unforgiven, but my purpose is still intact |
| I wonder what it is, Kowalski in Vanishing Point |
| But I’m still in the game, Andy Dufresne |
| I’ve crawled through the crap, wash me off in the rain |
| They tossed my name in the ring |
| I’m not aimin' to became a king of the most prominent |
| Diamond to get, vomit obvious, ominous common sense |
| Most droppin' this prophet to ever profit off of it, not |
| Not— not— not— not— not— not— not— not— not— |
| Take me down to the water |
| Drop me down and pull me up |
| Wash away all my sin |
| But don’t eat those fish when they float to the top |
| Take me down to the water |
| Drop me down and pull me up |
| Wash away all my sin |
| But don’t eat those fish when they float to the top |