Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nowhere , by - Sadistik. Song from the album Ultraviolet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fake Four
Song language: English
Nowhere |
| Someone inject me with the venom from the jaws of iron, God-defyin' |
| They said I’m on the cross to die-Pontius Pilate |
| That’s the judge jury, injury, there’s no hung jury |
| Hungry for the bloodlust, so hush-hush |
| I’m a pushover, it’s a domino effect |
| If you, think it’s a game I’ll put you collarbones in check |
| I need Bacardi Gold when I hear my cardio, a card’ll go |
| Up my sleeve, walk into the carnival |
| Vámanos |
| A mi barrio sigue |
| Préndelo yo sobre todo |
| Adíos debase |
| Yeah my audios debase, but I don’t need a language change |
| To explain they ape each other, all I see’s orangutans |
| Bangers bang in the brain, it’s all a sea of 808s |
| I’m from the state of rain, but I don’t reign my state, wait |
| I lost my mind, when I went searching for a soul tonight |
| I came up empty-handed when I learnt to play a role and take it slow |
| I’m going slower |
| Frozen in a coma |
| I’m going nowhere |
| I know it, I know it |
| When I’m 38 I hope I’m a special |
| Son-of-a-gun, jumpin' the gun so disheveled |
| Holdin' shovels, diggin' holes with roses, settled |
| With dumb hoes I used to know, but now those are echoes |
| In this Mariana Trench |
| Now I won’t carry on the stench |
| Of the carry-on you’re carrying at your very own request |
| You’re a parasite in my eyes, a burial is next motherfucker |
| Hiding the monsters under covers |
| Undercover girl, cover up, everyone’s a shutterbug |
| And I’m so underground, I’m C.H.U.D |
| Watch me make a puddle out your blood, umbrellas up above (acid rain, dancer) |
| Plaster matter, mask-making Mad Hatter patterns |
| Breaking at an addict at his lowest point and full of opioids |
| A poster boy, ego destroyed |
| Or maybe that’s just schadenfreude or a shout to Freud, I’ll take it slow |
| «November Graveyard» |
| So no dead men’s cries, flower forget-me-nots between the stones |
| Paving this grave ground. |
| Here’s honest rot |
| To unpick the elaborate heart, pare bone |
| Free of the fictive vein. |
| When one stark skeleton |
| Bulks real, all saints' tongues fall quiet: |
| Flies watch no resurrections in the sun |
| Stare, stare |
| Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind: |
| Rave on the leash of the starving mind |
| The blank, untenanted air |