Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heater Season, artist - Shredders. Album song Dangerous Jumps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.11.2017
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Heater Season |
I spend my life like a knife through the beat |
Big love, tiny death, I’m so violently me |
And I’m slicing while I’m finding my peace |
And I’m diving through the heart of the beast |
And I’m in love with a bad idea |
As I hit gas and I scan my mirrors |
I spread love or I spread blood |
I do what it does, I just do it all at once |
Lookin' back, well look at that |
Black boy, joy in the face |
Born and raised to never know my place |
Make it suitable enough to hold me space |
Then stretch it out a little every day, carried away |
Ride the blight, find the light, toss a line back |
Keep it like we could die tonight, define that |
With action, inaction ain’t no antidote for lack of passion |
You can’t hope your way out of a trash can |
Be forewarned I don’t wait |
New wardrobe, new warpaint |
New war song, you relate |
On the relay |
Be forewarned I don’t wait |
New wardrobe, new warpaint |
New war song, you relate |
On the relay |
I’ve been goin' like a hundred miles an hour lately |
I’ve been early politickin' with the owls lately |
I’ve been wild with the style by the pound lately |
I’ve been on lately, I’ve been on lately |
I’ve been goin' like a hundred miles an hour lately |
I’ve been early politickin' with the owls lately |
I’ve been wild with the style by the pound lately |
I’ve been on lately, I’ve been on lately |
Wooly flavored primo icy hot peppermint |
Zero across the belly, Melle Mel temperament |
I’m in the clerb with a three-headed blue-nose pit |
Like who gon' do shit? |
Weight by the pound, blood for the peso |
No way José, gone when I say so |
Si señor, fade to black, run the credits |
Ooh yeah, I guess you got what you paid for |
Okay |
Wing heeled, Wolverine’s heal skills |
Guillotine dream kills tiger beat any damn week |
Bite your damn Achilles, light your plans |
Insight your man for really |
Ain’t no touching near me, your style’s mad cheap |
Plus wild galore, petty creep troll lord |
Sleeping on the payback til someone hits the button |
More warhead, and you shall know me by the trail of |
Heartbroken dark soaked half started broken eggs |
They say «Carry on the radical |
Rattle 'til the catacombs» |
Mission feel phenomenal |
Out of body audio |
Inner city out of space |
Out of sight, inner mind whipping like a race car |
Really I’ve been |
Really I’ve been |
Really I’ve been out of mine |
Really I’ve been adamant |
Really I’ve been going through |
Really I’ve been giving them a word that they could hold to |
Cellophane to opaque |
Funny how it rotates, huh |
What they show you under light |
They might |
Be forewarned I don’t wait |
New wardrobe, new warpaint |
New war song, you relate |
On the relay |
Be forewarned I don’t wait |
New wardrobe, new warpaint |
New war song, you relate |
On the relay |
I’ve been goin' like a hundred miles an hour lately |
I’ve been early politickin' with the owls lately |
I’ve been wild with the style by the pound lately |
I’ve been on lately, I’ve been on lately |
I’ve been goin' like a hundred miles an hour lately |
I’ve been early politickin' with the owls lately |
I’ve been wild with the style by the pound lately |
I’ve been on lately, I’ve been on lately |