Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Orange, artist - Sadistik. Album song Ultraviolet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fake Four
Song language: English
Orange |
There’s orange and yellow on the paintbrush |
It’s sort of mellow, but the same rush |
I taste the ocean on my taste buds |
But I can make a poem with the same tongue |
O-range all around, Cobain stompin' ground |
No rain’s fallen down, old flames all 'a drown |
I’m allowed a few low day fallin' outs |
Mourning a man that my gold chain honors now |
Mellow Yello’s got the blues |
I’m green with all this envy, cause this fellow got marooned |
I’ve read all the white lies left in the twilight |
Purrs-pulled from kitties who bellow at the moon |
So I choose, to keep a tangerine with the tambourine |
Apathy is absentee ballot when I crack a cheese |
Smile, there’s no masterpiece styled |
In an afternoon, I have to use the Stanley Kub |
There’s no Full Metal Jacket |
It’s quite right enough to hide my own kettle’s blackness |
A low-level blacksmith, so orange it’s clockwork |
And there’s no choice but onward |
Yeah, he said whatever takes the weight off |
Raindrops drive you crazy if they hit the same spot |
So I go opposite of still |
When I’m feeling blue until the opposites reveal that I’m orange |
All of it is a dream |
I make it up, but it’s real |
All of it is a dream |
Want you to see |
I want to believe |
All of it is a dream |
I make it up, but it’s real |
All of it is a dream |
I want you to see, I want to believe |
I wanna believe |
There’s orange and yellow in my eyelids |
It’s sort of mellow, but I like it |
So bright and vibrant I might go blind |
If I don’t adjust to my climate |
Mount Olympus, I’ll climb it |
No Sisyphus exists in my mindset |
Mind set to detonate if |
I step incorrect, expressin' my violets |
Purple Haze and some Kurt Cobain |
Got me doing flips like it’s Cirque Soleil |
Slow-motion at a turtle’s pace |
I’m so Punxsutawney Phil when I’m still in a recurrin' state |
And each day is the same as the last one |
Fatal attraction, waves to a captain |
O-range turned grey from my atoms |
And threw it to the skies above, April showers |