Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Park Bench, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Brand New Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.06.2014
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Park Bench |
Red line, razor blade gang, I’m an outlaw |
Crack jaw, you won’t see it coming hit you south paw |
Torch the village cause they’re really very hokey |
Killin' all the villagers and spit like karaoke |
Used to treat me like a trophy |
Then things got low key, I was dopey |
Now nobody even know me |
And just because I’m doing good again don’t mean you know me |
Trust me, I am not the old me |
And I cannot remember one thing that you told me |
Relationship is stale, it is moldy |
I’m fresh now a classic, like great golden oldies |
Not a Mack like Goldie |
Never wack, I attack so boldly |
Shit is crazy, life is like a blur |
I could be a psycho but it’s not what I prefer |
New king, cinderella no glass slipper |
No black leather act for the wack stripper |
Madchild lyrically I’m an ass kicker |
Not a ass kisser, I’m a practicer |
That’s where a lot differ and I’m a lot different |
Without a pot to piss in but I am not tripping |
Cause see the clock and the clock’s ticking |
Badman, I’m a rude boy, shot lickin' |
I mean no, I made no deal with them bowcat |
Had to leave awhile and stop doing opiates |
Stomp on a white boy, smash on a halfbreed |
I don’t give a fuck when I rap, I am baffling |
Yo dogs are good, most people suck |
I’ll probably grow up to be an old evil fuck |
Sitting on a park bench, cane and a cardigan |
Thinkin' of the days back when Shane he was partyin' |
And soon I’ll be an artifact |
Seemed like yesterday I was picking up a party pack (ha) |
Now I’m worried about a heart-attack |
Still child-like, AMAX and a starter cap |
You can’t cheat father time |
Just be thankful I’m happy, I’ve had harder times |
Things that I like, they are mad hard to find |
I’m a snob, do my job, I’m a master of rhymes |
I’m a bastard to some, to the rest shit is good |
Main fear? |
Not to do the best that I could |
Not give it all I got, but still could do better |
Decade and a half, group still we’re together |
Still birds of a feather |
Still dope beats, ill words put together |
Hip-hop saved me twice, that’s a true fact |
I still love checkin' for fucking tough records |
Used to have a pistol in my hand |
Now I want blue skies, seeing crystal in the sand |
I’m getting old, call me mister I’m the man |
Still cold, still official as the plan motherfucker |