Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Youlogy, artist - Shabazz Palaces. Date of issue: 27.06.2011
Song language: English
Youlogy |
| Searching blind |
| Run behind |
| Out of time |
| Into fire |
| Caked up in fake love to get you high |
| This shit is gorgeous |
| It’s bitchin' with your fortunes |
| One hundred medallions in a scout scrimpin' fortress |
| Secret potions voted concealed emotions |
| Grim-tilted-bounce-killing shades for his orbit |
| In a haze |
| And is hoping that they watchin' |
| Before artists he’s droppin' to the fifth and bet he boppin' |
| A little boy coppin' |
| Let the top down |
| Aim straight |
| Climbing in the middle A- |
| Nother statistic for the… |
| Say Jack |
| Let me ask you a question |
| Do you want it? |
| Do you want it? |
| Do you want it? |
| Fast — Do you want it? |
| Like |
| Fast- do you want it? |
| Like |
| How fast — Do you want it? |
| Like |
| How fast — Do you want it? |
| Like |
| How fast — Do you want it? |
| Like |
| How fast — Do you want it? |
| Damn nigga how fast do you want it? |
| The nights are getting stronger and the days are getting longer |
| The buildings getting bigger |
| Outside is getting smaller |
| The lies are getting truer and the truth is getting brighter |
| Things are looking blacker |
| But black is looking whiter |
| The price is getting higher and the buyers is the flyest |
| The stars are never brighter |
| The good up getting tired |
| Yesterday you threw it 'cus you gots to have the new shit |
| And money always fools ya. |
| So corny’s getting cooler |
| Nothing’s gonna stop it if it’s bound to turn a profit |
| For this amount I’ll do it |
| For this I let you watch it |
| But. |
| Right now |
| Let me make a toast with champagne to commemorate these years that thuggin' |
| went mainstream |
| Where stars rise and fall and organize regimes |
| And candidate themselves as some shiny card kings |
| Convince us that they fake we seen 'em for sneakers and rings |
| Tell us how they all down to killin' times is steam |
| Psht |
| To live they life off triple beams |
| And in the end never really was what they seemed |
| But take a clip of me and Alexander McQueen |
| Pose in front the Caddy painted candy money green |
| Where angels and devils in seven hundred dollar jeans |
| And all the eyes will sparkle with at-any-cost gleam |
| 'Cus it’s mean |
| So mean |
| Kna' mean? |
| 'Cus it’s mean |
| So mean |
| I know you know what I mean |