Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oversleeping, artist - Themselves. Album song Crowns Down, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A PURPLE 100
Song language: English
Oversleeping |
Fools behind my back talking shit |
About myself, my crew |
They do it in private, do it in public |
For their fans, in front of their friends |
Yet never bring it my pad |
It 1520 1st ave. |
Oakland apt. |
1 |
Stop by and get your careers over with already |
You can demean us and call us elitist |
How sheepish |
So be it |
Ease-ed |
Defeatist short leaded ideas |
Eat it |
I do and bleed it |
Black out as heart heated reason |
On a Jel beat and |
Ya beefin' I’m over achieving |
In you dis-believing meaning |
Even knows that your breathing |
Conceit is a beach |
Ya -uckin with deep end |
Stepping to me and my L.L.C and |
You can get |
Count with the sheep and caught |
Over cousin death seeking |
2-D in uneven speaking weakened |
Heathens you’re over sleeping |
In this world you can never get what’s owed |
And I ain’t never took a thing |
That I ain’t rightfully stole |
To meet ends |
I eat friends |
And do rent |
Only thing I regret’s to whom I am in debt |
So we stepped star to the clay |
Before it had readied our day |
On the sun |
And that’s done |
Like hope guns |
For those who waxwing beside it |
So is it every man for his island? |
Or every hour glass to its sand? |
Fuck that we taking hands |
In this two man band |
Kill in the name of the ant |
And we ride to die giving |
In the kingdom of can’t |
Ain’t a damn thing white or book-light about this |
I will take your name |
You call my passion your game |
You fools fall I’m aimed |
These lamb like lions can get tamed |
And Im’a set whip on you when I see you |
Service concrete |
Green room or street |
Defeat’ll come for your weak |
I’m a cure your sleep… |
No. You can’t have the hook |
It’s for your face, you gape |
We can battle for names, see who becomes who |
Except you don’t own yours |
So you can’t play |
You ain’t no gangster, you sleep too much |
And all these fools calling me a faggot when they on all the dick |
Just another F word for the weakest in the herd |
And I will wolf you! |
When did rap proper |
Go all just jester and death vessel |
The emptiness equivalent of rock gone hair-metal |
Do you wear medals |
Or do they wear you |
Like all shells will do |
There was a plank and I leapt |
Off Into the debt |
Of an over due set |
Of decades and chest |
Of a hound in the wound and the wet |
In the down of your drowned to lament |
Crowned in the sound of you spent |
When not bent |
Like a spear in the side of a star |
In the brights |
Of your small fear |
And whites of your are |
And bad ear gave in awe & all |
To the tongues of the young and incurable |
A Something to never numb in the blur of a durable apathy aired era |
Actually |
My words ring right and exact |
Over the mirror in fact |
Where what’s will and flesh laps |
See also: How kill leaves trap |
With respect or its head broke at the mercy of bread their big red spread |
across the professed and the pled |
And none-Luck of the undead |
I ain’t fuckin with bed |
This here’s an organ of edge |
And what are you OVERSLEPT? |