Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Violin, artist - Seth Sentry. Album song Strange New Past, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Score
Song language: English
Violin |
| Why can’t it be more simple? |
| We never learned the way |
| How can it be more simple? |
| I live and learn to let it work |
| The other night I had a dream that you apologised |
| And you became honesty personified |
| I hadn’t seen you in the longest time |
| So I just woke up and started writing what was on my mind |
| I wrote five different versions of my verses |
| Trying to make the shit all perfect and it got less and less acerbic |
| Started trying to reword it |
| I got nervous you’d be hurt when you heard it |
| Till I scrapped it cause I wondered if it’s worth it |
| Then I thought, «well, fuck you» |
| Yeah, and fuck you from each one of yours sons too |
| Remember when I tried to visit |
| And you just told me you were busy? |
| Like you don’t really ever miss me after ten years |
| Well, sincerely fuck you |
| I’m tired of feeling terrible |
| Tired of tiptoeing over sugar coated eggshells |
| I’m tired of holding this grudge like a family heirloom |
| I’m tired of feeling unloved and I just want to rest now |
| Why can’t it be more simple? |
| We never learned the way |
| How can it be more simple? |
| I live and learn to let it work |
| I’ve never talked about you much before |
| Cause I avoid it, it always feels uncomfortable |
| That’s why I try to keep you as a passing thought |
| Cause if I hold on I get dragged into the past with all |
| The memories I have of getting slapped around in that apartment |
| After you and mum divorced you’ve got a lot to answer for |
| What did you tell nana afterwards |
| While you were stealing money |
| Out the birthday cards she passed on for us |
| You could at least passed the cards on I mean |
| Would have been nice to hear from someone |
| From your side of the family for once but nothing ever came |
| I’m tryna get you out my head again |
| And all this stuff that I was scared to say |
| I made an album that you never played, you told me that |
| So when my friends told me I should let this wait |
| I told 'em, «fuck it, he ain’t gonna listen to this anyway» |
| Why can’t it be more simple? |
| We never learned the way |
| How can it be more simple? |
| I live and learn to let it work |
| We used to watch you and your friends in a band |
| Every second weekend we’d hang out when you would jam |
| You told me I should say thanks for the genetics I have |
| Cause it lead me to rap like you wanna take the credit for that |
| Well, fine, but why end it at rap? |
| Like how about thanks for that depression I had? |
| Or what about the head full of anger the temper I have? |
| Could burn bridges to ashes |
| So I burnt weed cause it kept me from snapping |
| Ketamine, Xanax, x or the acid, whatever those tablets |
| Are in your medicine cabinet gimme the packet |
| Anything that could stop me acting edgy and anxious |
| Everything back then feels like a bunch of memory fragments |
| So take the credit for that shit, if you want it’s all yours |
| You ignored me all my life |
| But I don’t blame you anymore besides |
| The other night I had a dream that you apologised |