Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hypnotized, artist - Set It Off. Album song Upside Down, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 06.10.2016
Record label: Rude
Song language: English
Hypnotized |
Time to pack your bags, |
No more looking back, |
So quit your cryin', |
I know, you know you’re guilty, |
Guess you must have, |
Had me in a trance, |
And now you’ve lost your chance, |
So just quit tryin', |
I know, you know you’re guilty, |
Guess you must have had me hypnotized. |
Listen carefully, (Shhh) |
I know it’s hard for you, (I know) |
You’re not quite used to vulgarity and verbal abuse, (Get ready) |
Well first off fuck you and what you represent, |
Tryna take the money you didn’t earn, you won’t see a fucking cent. |
I’m sorry, did I just make you feel upset? |
Wanna add a habit and light about 30 cigarettes? |
(You should) |
You’re only mad about the fact that I put a light to you, |
Basically tracing paper when all we see is right through you! |
Who doesn’t love analogies with a couple meanings, |
Especially when it makes a prick like you start steaming, |
I can tell you’re not quite gettin' what I said before, |
What I mean by tracing paper’s that you’re see-through and disposable. |
Goodbye. |
Time to pack your bags, |
No more looking back, |
So quit your cryin', |
I know, you know you’re guilty, |
Guess you must have, |
Had me in a trance, |
And now you’ve lost your chance, |
So just quit tryin', |
I know, you know you’re guilty, |
Guess you must have had me hypnotized. |
Oh no no |
You had me hypnotized |
Oh no no |
You had me hypno… |
I heard you been lyin' and tryin' to shit on my name talkin' behind my back, |
You should never expect the best to rest instead you’re spewin' that bullshit! |
Come on, you’re not adept in honesty, (nope) |
And honestly, I see you’ve never delivered apologies. |
It’s always: «Because of them or because of a thing that happened.» |
What do you wanna receive for fucking it up all the time? |
A fucking statue? |
(Congrats) |
I’ll call it, hmm «Ode to Mr. Miserable». |
Call me harsh for throwin' darts and aimin' for your hollow temples. |
Oh me? |
Cody died and it’s no more nice guy season. |
Cause now he’s heated and it’s… |
Time to pack your bags, |
No more looking back, |
So quit your cryin', |
I know, you know you’re guilty, |
Guess you must have, |
Had me in a trance, |
And now you’ve lost your chance, |
So just quit tryin', |
I know, you know you’re guilty, |
Guess you must have had me hypnotized. |
Oh no no |
You had me hypnotized |
Oh no no |
You had me hypno… |
It’s so unnatural, |
You’re throwing dirt into the details, |
A common criminal, |
And now you’re headed for the derail, |
Liar, liar, |
Cover up your tracks again, |
We’re all aboard and it’s a scorcher, |
Fire, fire, |
Burnin' up your back, |
Your sin’s your torture. |
Time to pack your bags, |
No more looking back, |
So quit your cryin', |
I know, you know you’re guilty, |
Guess you must have, |
Had me in a trance, |
And now you’ve lost your chance, |
So just quit tryin', |
I know, you know you’re guilty, |
Guess you must have had me hypnotized. |
Oh no no |
You had me hypnotized |
Oh no no |
You had me hypno… |
(You are way more than a headache at this point. Do us all a favor, |
and go fuck yourself.) |