Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tape Deck , by - Sims. Song from the album Lights Out Paris, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.06.2015
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Tape Deck |
| Put the tape in the tape deck |
| Yo put the tape in the tape deck |
| I don’t wanna be apart of your workforce |
| I don’t wanna be apart of your problem |
| Welcome to the tired generation of plyered patients |
| Freedom tossed pennies, the Regan-omical waste kids |
| But look at me, broken link |
| Off every socialite’s token bling |
| Thinkin' I’ma change it (I don’t want your holidays) |
| My name is: Sims |
| Freedom fighter right accepting cat’s cradle |
| Doomtree: That’s the phat label (Yeah) |
| So hang from your halo |
| But I spin modern you dockers |
| Not tryin' to graduate |
| To a craft-matic adjustable office |
| Turn your brain waves on and off like water faucets |
| I’m astonished |
| Stompin' through the modern process |
| So I rally round stone throwers |
| My bones' colder than ice bergs |
| Titanic havoc breakin' |
| Shop for Chryslers |
| Twice burned |
| For advice learned |
| Before I met hesitation |
| Open visitation for a dead generation |
| So wake the fuck up! |
| I’m runnin' outta patience |
| Wake the fuck up! |
| You’re sleep walkin' |
| Wake the fuck up! |
| (Come on man, listen to this shit) |
| (Wake up) |
| We were born agitators |
| ________ apathy |
| Half of me wishes |
| Outta this smilin' catastrophe |
| But I got my 9 mm mouth of blasphemy |
| 12 steps to begin a better self |
| But the ladder collapsed on me |
| Casually humanity |
| Become a casualty |
| Of laughing mastery |
| And mental masterpiece |
| But the pieces spit out my mouth |
| Like faulty orthodontics |
| Unorthodox phonics |
| And chronic smoke |
| Choke on autopilot |
| I’ll free the palm pilots |
| Disperse from universities |
| What’s worse |
| Meaning isn’t surfacing |
| Time to face it |
| How can y’all take the day straight |
| Without a purpose to chase? |
| There’s more to life |
| Than grades, work, and graves |
| Put the tape in the tape deck |
| Yo put the tape in the tape deck |
| (My life, my life, my life’s a fucking mess |
| Minneapolis) |
| Next year I might be |
| 25 light beams |
| Ahead of myself |
| Be 25 cents richer |
| Depending on my shelf |
| Ain’t what it seems |
| But I got one to be |
| So save up a fuck |
| For the agitated seats |
| Smashing piggy-bank dreams |
| Saturated breed |
| Soaked in fat and granite |
| Rallied on this planet |
| Next to the blaze |
| That we didn’t raise (We didn’t start the fire) |
| We saw the flames and fanned it |
| Now I’m annexed to vex |
| Manic panic status |
| I got next |
| Anti up your war machine |
| Mechanics pension checks |
| They out they right mind (Out the right mind) |
| I threw a left cause |
| Just to stop the motive |
| Duly noted |
| As I throw my clear thoughts in their gear box |
| It’s like there’s one typewriter |
| And a million fuckin' xerox |
| So save those peer props |
| About bill gods and get rocked |
| Cuz' you got steered loss |
| Put the tape in the tape deck (I crank the mix tape and wait for the break) |
| Yo put the tape in the tape deck (I crank the mix tape and wait for the break) |
| I just don’t think you’re good that’s all (I crank the mix tape and wait for |
| the break) |
| (Minneapolis) |
| I crank the mix tape and wait for the break |
| Just to drown out in the city of lakes |
| I don’t wanna be apart of your workforce |
| I don’t wanna be apart of your problem |
| I don’t wanna be apart of your workforce |
| So I guess I’ll be that thorn in your side |
| (I dunno, that master might be…) |
| (I have to start all over again |
| It that the damnedest thing? |
| Loneliness |
| Did ya know that loneliness will kill you deader than a .357 Magnum? |
| Did ya know that?) |
| This is a song about |