Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Phantasm, artist - The Procussions. Album song The Procussions, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.09.2013
Record label: The Procussions
Song language: English
Phantasm |
| Stro Elliot |
| Look baby I’m a star, a city full of billboards |
| You know who we are in a place many would kill for |
| Portable lifestyle, right now leaving on a flight |
| Even though tonight, I ain’t gonna sleep for 3 days running |
| I’m burning that midnight oil and I’m not complaining |
| They saying that I’m so spoiled that i got |
| 3 candles and a watch |
| Payment for 30 hours of entertainment |
| Tonight, I feel famous |
| But, tomorrow this pain they tell me ain’t important |
| Got me feeling out of order, I ain’t bleeding I ignore it |
| See I really can’t afford it |
| Gotta play with no insurance, got a quarter tank of gas in my '98 accord |
| I ain’t poor, but really |
| I ain’t shopping for much, honestly I’m not |
| Rolling monopoly boardwalk property |
| You name it, I’ve done it |
| And if you want it it’ll cost you |
| More than it ought to |
| They say it’s the life |
| You see me now |
| It’s a living, it’s a hard life |
| And it’s alright, but you gotta |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |
| You see the lights |
| They shine brighter when they’re on |
| When they turn em' off |
| You gotta get on |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |
| 20Syl |
| On dit qu’il est né dans un cocon, le cul calé dans du coton |
| Qu’il a pris du galon sans talent ni talon d’Achille |
| Qu’il le bras long et la réputation d’un frelon d’Asie |
| Qu’il a vite pris le melon 20syl |
| Allons ! |
| tu crois vraiment qu’le soir j’emballe une ou deux belles au bois? |
| Et qu’au petit matin je chie des oeufs de Beluga |
| J’la joue pas mélodrame, mais gars tu crois quoi? |
| Qu’suis là depuis trois mois et qu’j’ai la gold de lady gaga? |
| Tu t'égares t’as pris du bois pour du métal |
| Tu crois que je suis là où tu n’es pas, du névada ou du népal |
| Tu m’vois déjà balle dans le crâne ou comme une épave |
| Ca m’est égal |
| J’suis le même con que celui que tu aimes |
| Donc lève ton canon, ton verre, qu’on trinque |
| On a les mêmes ponts, la haine qu’on traine |
| Contre X ou Y, et les mêmes contraintes |
| You see me now |
| It’s a living, it’s a hard life |
| And it’s alright, but you gotta |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |
| You see the lights |
| They shine brighter when they’re on |
| When they turn em' off |
| You gotta get on |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |
| Mr. J. Medeiros |
| Never laugh at a dreamer whether your grass is as green |
| Or your passage is clean or clear it has to be seen |
| Nor should you covet your neighbor when your chucks are your tailor |
| And your truck needs a trailer to make a buck you gotta shut up |
| And get started cutting your neighbors lawns it ain’t a favor |
| Who yawns at getting paper when them greens |
| Be buying them greens you seem to favor |
| It means you need to labor no plan B’s get up off your damn knees |
| Unless you a man seeking his Savior then stand please |
| And take what you can from a land that don’t hand things |
| Freely to those who understand these never forget |
| Clever is death when you were burdened by the treasure you left |
| Measure your steps with integrity some people need celebrities |
| Some people need the meds that these people feed to their pedigrees |
| The Beatles singing «let it be» will let them be them |
| If every man has got a melody well let it be penned |
| You see me now |
| It’s a living, it’s a hard life |
| And it’s alright, but you gotta |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |
| You see the lights |
| They shine brighter when they’re on |
| When they turn em' off |
| You gotta get on |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |
| Get up, go |