Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song L’audace, artist - Sims. Album song Field Notes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.09.2014
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
L’audace |
Pick apart the order blind and the former stop |
Pick apart the little lines and the borders drop |
And that’s where I am traveling |
To the edges like I’m Shackleton |
Win hard, lose hard, but I don’t abandon ship |
Throw the raft away |
Let the roar take place |
Understand that there is no safe |
Just nets in the way trying to hold my shape |
In my wake I want freedom, I want poetry, I want danger, I want sin |
I’m a heretic, I am arrogant, I’m American, now let’s begin |
In the core of the storm, when it rips up the floorboards |
And it gets to your forlorn heart |
Yeah we’re all war torn |
But I go so lightly, lightly |
And bottle that lightning that’s stored up inside me |
To incite those like me |
They’re looking for juice, I’m looking for pulp |
They’re looking for a purpose, I’m looking for a pulse |
Don’t gimme fiction, gimme fire, I won’t be pacified |
You feel your chest drumming? |
You feel them strings humming? |
That’s blood. |
Vibrate. |
Vibrate |
Have the miles tamed you? |
I could change that |
And we could argue about what constitutes insane |
Who’s got the tooth and who is subdued but that is inane |
We could run blame or we could be flame, I’ll leave it you |
I’m taking the stairs, lames wait for the lift |
I’m changing the shape, round off the square |
Scared? |
stand there and stare, or move |
Throw em a rope, we’re leaving tonight |
I cannot build in the sand |
There are no lines |
There are no maps |
There is no plan |
We might not make it but damn we’ll be gutty, and that’ll be something |
I want freedom, I want poetry, I want danger, let’s get bloody |
I’m bleaching the bones of each of these old ideas and ideals |
And they’re welcome too but they’re busy cleaning the throne |
For the same old same old, without backbone |
I’m at the Sedlec catacombs thinking about permanence and ephemeral |
Set it in let it go |
I’m high concept and a few loose brush strokes |
I’m light it up, I’m see what glows, and I’m fully woke |
I dance like dice rolling |
I’m out here tightroping |
I leave that mic broken, your mind open, and that mold broke in two |
Give me bold, give me brave, give me weak |
Build it up, tear it down, take a piece |
Make it loud, make it growl like a beast |
I’m the fire in the belly |
And it speaks like it’s wild |
Like it’s now, like it’s free |
Like it’s all that it is, like it’s me |
Take the wind or the feet, take the win or defeat |
Have the miles tamed you? |
I can change that |