Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song a few words for the firing squad (radiation), artist - Run the Jewels. Date of issue: 23.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
a few words for the firing squad (radiation) |
| I woke up early once again that’s four days straight |
| I didn’t wake you baby, I just watched you lay |
| In the radiation of the city sun |
| I am in love with you, it is my only grace (Woo) |
| You know how everything can seem a little out of place? |
| All of my life that’s seemed to be the only normal state |
| So feelin' normal never really meant me feelin' sane |
| And bein' clear about the truth and bein' sane have never really been the same |
| I used to wanna get the chance to show the world I’m smart (Ha) |
| Isn’t that dumb? |
| I should’ve focused mostly on my heart |
| ‘Cause I seen smarter people trample life like it’s an art |
| So bein' smart ain’t what it used to be, that’s fuckin' dark |
| You ever notice that the worst of us have all the chips? |
| It really kinda takes the sheen off people getting rich |
| Like maybe rich is not the holy ever lovin' king of nothin' fuckers |
| Know we know you’re bluffin' |
| You are dealing with the motherfuckin' money-money runners |
| It’d be a lie if I told you that I ever disdained the fortune and fame |
| But the presence of the pleasure never abstained me from any of the pain |
| When my mother transitioned to another plane I was sitting on a plane |
| Tellin' her to hold on and she tried hard but she just couldn’t hang |
| Been two years, truth is I’ll probably never be the same |
| Dead serious, it’s a chore not to let myself go insane |
| It’s crippling, make you want lean on a cup of promethazine |
| But my queen say she need a king, not another junkie, flunky rapper fiend |
| Friends tell her he could be another Malcom, he could be another Martin |
| She told her partner I need a husband more than the world need another martyr |
| Made in Atlanta, Georgia, where I use to ride the MARTA |
| With a empty .22 in the front pocket of my Braves starter |
| Tryna make it out the mud as a baby father is much harder |
| The same children that you love, and adore, the court will use to break and rob |
| ya |
| Circumstance woulda broke weaker man, but I put it on my momma |
| I’m a man of honor and the hardship made me a better money runner |
| This is for the never heard, never even get a motherfuckin' word |
| This is for my sister Sarah, honey, I feel sorry you were hurt (Hey) |
| This is for the dawn, momma took a knock, had to change the locks |
| Dusted up but brushed off and I watched talk about a boss |
| For the holders of a shred a heart even when you wanna fall apart |
| When your surrounded by the fog, treadin' water in the ice cold dark |
| When they got you you feelin' like a fox runnin' from another pack a dogs |
| Put the pistol and the fist up in the air, we are there, swear to God |
| Black child in America, the fact that I made it was magic |
| Black and beautiful, the world broke my momma heart, and she died an addict |
| God blessed me to redeem her in my thought, words and my actions |
| Satisfaction for The Devil, goddammit, he’ll never ever have it |
| This is for the do-gooders that the no-gooders used and then abused |
| For the truth tellers tied to the whippin' post, left beaten, battered, bruised |
| For the ones whose body hung from a tree like a piece of strange fruit |
| Go hard, last words to the firing squad was, «Fuck you too» |