Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Witching Hour, artist - Sadistik. Album song Ultraviolet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fake Four
Song language: English
Witching Hour |
| I’m blowing smoke circles like a halo, lay low |
| Drifting off the trees I spark, just to get to sleep it off |
| Always look so purple when I stay so, Kano |
| Ripping out my beating heart, just to rip a beat apart |
| Listen to the secret art of arteries and speak a song |
| That all the people seem to sing-along to call on me |
| I call it me, my apologies if I’ll mislead you |
| All to think I need you to all agree |
| I’m Hunter S. when I puff the cess |
| I’m so Bukowski with the alcy |
| (A Haole off that Muai Wowie while he’s soundin' drowsy |
| While he’s prowling with the sleep-deprived kings inside the county that I live) |
| 206's unofficial eulogist |
| Sadistik motherfucker, Cody Foster was the pseudonym |
| I shoot the gifts with these two gold lips, uh |
| That Midas kiss, fuck around and get your title stripped |
| I’m seeing double like I like my whiskey sours |
| It’s 3 AM, that’s the witching hour, give me power |
| Give me power, give me powder |
| Sacrificial concubine |
| Let me plow her |
| Underground’s hot, Chronos to Hades |
| Bone most the ladies give 'em Rosemary’s babies |
| Rose gold machetes in a rose gold Mercedes |
| All the vices in my city, I’m like Tommy Vercetti |
| Getting dome in the Chevy, put 'em on and we’re steady |
| Leave you alone if you let me, to go home when you’re ready |
| Nacho Picasso my shrine is a booth |
| My mother merely mortal, but she grinding with Zeus |
| After nine she said «poof» golden egg, mother goose |
| Most these niggas act fairy, someone hiding the tooth |
| Take it out his own mouth, to remind him it’s proof |
| They be blinded by the light, cause behind that is truth |
| I see, violence in the violet lens |
| Violins play vile hymns inside my head |
| (And I’m Orion’s gem, sacrificed like Mayan men |
| Since I was ten, demons prying, who invited them?) |
| It’s like «Of Mice and Men» when John Steinbeck said |
| What was it? |
| (I forget Ah fuck it, light the spliff) |
| Live a legend, die a myth, this is where the lightnin' hits |
| What they’ll say |
| (Fuck today, I be on my pirate ship |
| I be on my viking shit, fighting and igniting shit |
| All I did is light her wrist, now Dionysus dyking it) |
| You know you’re faded when you can’t take the step, so |
| Space cadet, I might go Eraserhead, place your bets |
| (Wasted vets, tasting sweat, OG Kush laced and wet |
| Out here tryna make a rep, but really you won’t make a speck) |
| Face of death, day of dead, stumble toward a bayonet |
| They collect Elliott Smith with a plate again |
| (Cage you in, major friends, murder’s what they major in |
| Major sins, tattered limbs, strapped up in the abdomen) |