Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Park Bench , by - Swollen Members. Song from the album Brand New Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |