Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Today, 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
Today |
| New self he just wanna be a whole person |
| Old self found cursing him for soul searching |
| Other self writing poems on how the world hurt him |
| Too close to home he gotta hold it down in third person |
| Now who’s the first person I’m saying I Am |
| Give me a second and you will know why I’m dammed |
| It’s in the record our youth and every blind hand |
| Our recollection of truth within our time span |
| Cus when you add am you just attach you |
| Build a bank, build a church, build a statue |
| Build up rank, Bilderberg, fill up that shoe |
| With one foot in the grave is how it has you |
| The one you couldn’t save now how is that true |
| No one stood in the way of having that fruit |
| It’s 11:28 I mean in Matthew |
| They say we gotta go back |
| But what we got to go back too |
| Today |
| I used to say that by the age of 31 I’ll be long |
| Long gone from here, far away from the year |
| That I decided I would live a live a life divided and clear |
| Of any threat or danger aiming at my life or career |
| Some call it fear and a prison I barely fit in It’s true |
| Who am I kidding I’ve been hiding in my tiny igloo |
| Outside it’s frigid, but it’s life, and I ain’t living it right |
| Without some cuts and bruises |
| I blew a life with Susan, I was afraid of moving |
| Too fast, and out of a situation that I was cool with |
| Now maybe I should do it, but now she’s married stupid |
| Blame it on being young timid or maybe clueless |
| But 31 came and went with very little improvement |
| What am I left to do with the rest of my time breathing |
| I’m leaving Las Vegas without a gamble I’m breaking even |
| I kept the dice and this seven eleven that I’m squeezing |
| Got me thinking of dreaming |
| Or Dreaming, of leavin |
| Today |
| Yeah this got a nice sound |
| And this is real life not a lifestyle brand |
| No nikes — I’mma just do it |
| Right now |
| Im in the booth |
| And it’s kinda like a fight how |
| Im saying hit me with the beat up |
| Knock the lights out |
| I fight doubts like bouts |
| Spitting live rounds |
| No grill and still what comes out the guy’s mouth |
| Is brilliant as the rings on a king or a viscount |
| Im feeling like a million |
| Little children singing |
| In the building when |
| My quill pen is spillin |
| In the moment not beholden to past |
| Gotta let it go |
| Not talking forever-ever cuz ya never know |
| And life ain’t a bed of roses, it’s a ebb and flow |
| And one spectacular spectacle |
| Til youre head to toe medically deaded |
| Bless the show til the credits rolls |
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