Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Malevolent Universe, artist - Rucka Rucka Ali. Album song Everything Is Racist, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 10.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rucka Rucka Ali
Song language: English
Malevolent Universe |
If I could speak to everybody in the world, I wouldn’t |
Not a single fuckin' soul would deserve to have heard it |
They couldn’t even grasp what I’m handing them |
It’s like there’s so many blank stares I could bare in one life |
If I could feed all the people of the world in need |
I wouldn’t even stop eating for them to stop bleeding |
I feel better every second I hurt you |
In a world where suffering is seen as a virtue |
I’m falling apart |
Every day is the same |
Everybody’s a stranger |
I’m basting in anger |
It’s the same shit |
Each day is over before it started |
Walking around every party, is everybody just fuckin' retarded? |
Somewhere far off in a numenal world |
Every girl I ever wanted takes the form that I thought of |
When I saw her standing tall, lookin' gorgeous in the corner |
Right before she would fuck it up, shattering my dreams |
Cause the image that I saw is just what she could have been |
Listen to me, why don’t you want me? |
Huh? |
You think I’m ugly? |
Do I bore you or something? |
Cause I’ve come a pretty fuckin' long way to be here |
And to make myself available, to hell with you |
Wait, no, I’ll tell you what you are |
The reason I’m breathing |
You’re why I started singing |
Burning every bridge beneath me |
Do I make this shit look easy? |
(It is) |
I’ll build the tallest monument |
To someone I could have loved |
And tear the fuckin' sky apart |
To show you that I’m good enough |
You’re the music I discovered as a kid |
I was told not to listen to the music but I did |
And I heard the sounds of Athens, calling through the centuries |
A ripple from the past, things Aristotle said to me |
In writings that were buried, leaving the world in darkness |
Til his words surfaced, unearthed by Aquinas |
In writings that were buried, leaving the world in darkness |
Til his words surfaced, unearthed by Aquinas |
You know that song I wrote for you? |
Bet you never knew it was for you |
That song that lit up the planet in laughter |
Not after it made me a fortune |
I guess I thought then… |
If I wrote the perfect song you might notice me |
Might know you made the wrong choice |
When you chose him over me |
Guess that’s what I get |
Letting someone close to me |