Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Close Your Eyes And Meow To Fluff, artist - Run the Jewels.
Date of issue: 25.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Close Your Eyes And Meow To Fluff |
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast |
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them |
Fuck the slow mo |
Fashion slave, you protestin' to get in a fuckin' look book |
Everything I scribble’s like an anarchist’s cookbook |
(Look good, posin' in the centerfold of Crook Book) |
Black on black on black with the ski mask, that is my crook look |
How you like my stylin' bruh? |
Ain’t nobody smilin' bruh |
'Bout to turn this mothafucka up like Riker’s Island, bruh |
Where my thuggers and my crippers and my blooders and my brothers? |
When you niggas gon' unite and kill the police, mothafuckas? |
Or take over a jail, give them COs hell |
The burnin' of the sulfur, goddamn I love the smell |
Now get to pillow torchin', where the fuck the warden? |
And when you find him, we don’t kill him, we just waterboard him |
We killin' them for freedom 'cause they tortured us for boredom |
And even if some good ones die, fuck it, the Lord’ll sort 'em |
We’re out of order, your honor, you’re out of order |
This whole court is unimportant, you fuckers are walkin' corpses |
I’m a flip wig synonym livin' within distortion |
I’ll bite into a cyanide molar before you whores win |
I’m a New Yorkian, I’m fucked from the jump |
I wear my Yankee so tilted I actually walk with a hunch |
Look at Mikey, I think he likey, we are sinister sons |
(And we the type to greet the preacher with a grin and a gun |
Come on!) |
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast |
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them |
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast |
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them |
A wise man once said, («We all dead, fuck it») |
Just spit it disgustin' youngin' and hold your nuts while you gunnin' |
I listened, tatted the sentence on my dick last summer |
Now I’ll never get that phrase off my brain, it’s no wonder |
I’m here to buy hearts, I got hundreds, honey |
The cheaper the parts, the better buy for the money |
I’m trained in vagina whisperin', glistenin' |
Waitin' for their christenin' |
I know the neighbors can’t help but listen in |
A dirty boy who come down on the side of dissonance |
I can’t even relax without sirens off in the distances |
Not shittin' you, little buddy, this fuckin' island’s a prison |
The only solace I have is the act of conjugal visiting |
My solitary condition’s preventin' conjugal visits |
Though mainly missin' my missus, they keepin' me from my children |
Conditions create a villain, the villain is given vision |
The vision becomes a vow to seek vengeance on all the vicious |
Liars and politicians, profiteers of the prisons |
The forehead engravers, enslavers of men and women |
Including members of clergy that rule on you through religion |
(So strip your kids to the nude and then tell 'em God’ll forgive 'em) |
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast |
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them |
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast |
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them |
It’s De La on the cut, lifting six on your snitching crew |
I’m miles ahead of you, you can sip my bitches brew |
My battle status is burning mansions from Dallas to Malibu |
Check my résumé, your residence is residue |
Call her a skin job and my honey dip will backflip for you |
You playin' God, your eye sockets she gon' rip into |
We sick of bleeding now the trey spray and victim you |
Done dyin', Phillip AK Dick in you |
With clips in the bottom, we dipping through Gotham |
Yes eclipsed by the shadows, a dark dance to the coffin |
I’m a fellow with melanin, suspect of a felony |
Rip like Rakim Allah, feds is checkin' my melody |
Yes aggressively testin' with bunk stretches and penalties |
Dump cases when facing to cop pleas when we seizing the pump |
With reason to dump on you global grand dragons |
Still piling fast bucks, Afghani toe-taggin' |
Now they trackin' me and we bustin' back, see |
The only thing that close quicker than our caskets be the factories |
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast |
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them |
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast |
Run them, run them, r-run them, r-run them, run them, r-run them |
Fuck the slow mo |