Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fresh Air , by - Swollen Members. Release date: 14.02.2011
Song language: English
Fresh Air |
| My name is my name is |
| And we’ve made a wild and wonderful record for you |
| We will tell you all kinds of things to do and be |
| And you can let your imagination go with us |
| Open up to what we say; |
| this is where the magic starts |
| Yeah~! |
| Underground rapper with the firearm |
| Sick dialogue, words stick like iron-ons |
| Crowd surfing and wrestling with fans |
| To a burnt out desolate man — guess who I am |
| Flipping bricks from a brick phone, to a flip phone |
| Thought I had it made, switched zip codes |
| Used to get high cause I’d get bored |
| Felt like I was, felt like I was |
| Felt like I was falling from a plane, no rip cord |
| Now I’m back and I got nothing to lose |
| Mad Child, I tear it up in the booth |
| Fuck material objects I got serious problems |
| Same shit, now I’m dealing with delirious goblins |
| Thought I wanted to be king so I wore a crown |
| Started from the bottom, built an empire and torn it down |
| Not Rockefeller, more like Mr. Cinderella |
| And I’m standing in the rain with a ripped umbrella |
| That’s the, that’s the |
| That’s the nature and the danger of the streets |
| Angel with the piece and the anger of a beast |
| I was going one way but running out of luck |
| So I’m back and I’m grinding like an independent truck |
| I thought of flying the coop |
| But I’mma stay put and spit fire while I try and recoup |
| Red cedar, evergreen, oak tree, sequoia |
| Black back peace chief, Battle Axe Warrior |
| Dagger in the Mouth like a pirate ship |
| And a highly classified nanobyte microchip |
| Scanners fiber light from my eyes guide ships to the passage |
| My mind shifts gears to the literary classics |
| Follow orders, protect the Battle Axe borders, defend the headquarters |
| Beware of sharks who can only swim in shallow waters |
| A beacon of lumens, speak the language of humans |
| A spice trade, the words mixed like fresh herbs and cumin |
| You don’t want to see my +Boys+ get +Beastie+ Rick Rubin |
| This writing coming to me real natural like Truman |
| Capote, peyote, coyotes and jackals |
| My team is real +Predatory+ but we ain’t from +Nashville+ |
| You calling for us, we are Battle Axe Warriors, defend the fortress |
| Beware of darkness or forever live in shallow coffins |
| Mad Child stepping on the scene like Batman |
| Gold wings coming out my supreme backpack |
| I’m old school, hardcore like Black Flag |
| Chasing rappers down, I chomp 'em up like Pac-Man |
| Break you off bitch, I ain’t got an off switch |
| Started off underground, head like an ostrich |
| Then I became obnoxious |
| And started selling records then I started popping Oxys |
| Shit, I was flossing, I can’t believe I lost it |
| And everything we stand for |
| Fans felt lost, arms crossed they demand more |
| Which left me at a standstill |
| Guilt weighing heavy on my mind like an anvil |
| I can’t remember a day that I didn’t have pills |
| Quit painkillers, now I’m only taking Advil (Advil. Advil.) |