Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Shining, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Dagger Mouth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.04.2011
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
The Shining |
My head keeps spinnin and spinnin and spinnin |
I don’t know if this is the end or it’s the beginnin |
Man I’m losin my mind, I think I’m losin my mind |
I think I’m losin my mind, I sink deeper try to keep it in line |
I’m feeling like I wanna die |
I’m an addict, I’m not talkin 'bout a fuckin marijuana high |
Fuck the gangster talk, I’ll smash your teeth in with the baby Glock |
I’m a mental patient spittin crazy talk |
I’m talented but life’s a balancing act |
And I am way off of alignment, the payoff isn’t time yet |
I’m so fuckin broke I’m puttin clothes up for consignment |
I used to be white lightning |
Now I’m sittin in a dark cloud, wonderin where my mind went |
Y’all know where to find me! |
Behind closed blinds, I’m on my type-a-writer |
While I watch a spider climbin up the wall |
To spin a web, and catch a fly and watch him die |
He sucks all of the blood out of him then I start to cry |
I don’t know why, I don’t know why he swallowed a fly |
You’re all gonna die; |
that’s my only comfort |
I smashed my iPhone before you get my number |
… I’m clinically insane, mentally deranged |
Hangin from a string strangled by a chain… |
I guess all of the drugs have done a number on my brain |
Fuck it! |
Yo I look up in the sky, I see the sun shining |
So why’s my mind spinning? |
Arkham Asylum |
Dark Knight, Ra’s al Ghuls, Scarecrows, Jokers, Riddlers |
Catwomen and Penguins, Spidey sense is tingling |
Hobgoblin, Doc Oc, Sandman, and Venom |
My mind starts to die/dye like it’s indigo denim |
Time for me to Sean Penn 'em, lose 21 grams |
It’s the game at close range, I’m the Falcon, he’s the Snowman |
He’s drinkin down a Pepsi while I’m openin a Coke can |
My first show in front of ten thousand out at Snow Jam |
No man, old man, take a look at my life |
Carve my name in the tree with my own pocket knife |
Yeah I’m classic Old Spice, you a Spice Girl, +Scary+ |
Selling off my mental property, «Glen Ross Glengarry» |
And I know it’s around here somewhere on the property buried |
But I’m plastered like a poster — Obey, Shepard Fairey |
6:30 every mornin, is when I get up like Banksy |
Jet to the studio Mad’s trippin sittin angtsy |
It’s reality and fantasy but I can’t separate |
My feet are on the ground so how the fuck my body levitate? |
In no way is this meant to disrespect my family or God |
Yeah… |
Okay seven day coke binge, heroin in tinfoil |
Heroin in pill form, brain egg hardboiled |
Mad Child chase dragon, turn into a gargoyle |
Grade 7 mom took me shopping down at Park Royal |
This is not the life that I have dreamt about |
Mentally I’m emptied out, rapping while I vent with a demented mouth |
Sentimentally my sentiments are printed out |
Now stick a knife inside me, giving you something to think about |
Insanity, it’s hereditary, grandma got dementia |
Grandma tried to kill herself, she’s suffering from depression |
And Mad Child suffer from depression |
So am I going to try to kill myself is constantly my question |