Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Puzzled, artist - Themselves. Album song The Free Houdini Deluxe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A PURPLE 100
Song language: English
Puzzled |
Hell’s bells Jim I know where the trail went |
Damned if my own tracks don’t lead back to the settlement |
The further away I go, the closer I get |
Stroll through a puddle, suddenly the whole world’s wet |
Covered up both them soles |
Ain’t no better |
Keep your feet dry, make the whole place leather |
Ruff for one feather it ain’t the same chicken |
I change it all back |
But the birds stay different |
The swing go around in a right hook flight path |
Land in a way that a straight jab might have |
All things equal but the world ain’t like that |
The earth got a curve and it connect like a psych gag |
Lift little bits of the riddle and Feel limited |
Put half of the puzzle together but can’t finish it |
Hook into the source |
And of coarse you’re a derivative |
Live against the menacing millions blind to the picture disc |
«a sky full of stars staring down at you, says your small» |
Outing you in your place |
«how much art can you take» |
How much time can you space |
Wearing the grill my father gave me |
Fear my mother made me |
No-ladied |
Choking up on my hades |
Fiendish |
I mean this |
With every nail in the slow rose of my mouth |
I teach freestyle now |
Seems I FREEmagic |
And «keep static like old fabric» |
Adder of habit and addict |
Everything ain’t necessarily gonna be alright |
Let it be a blessing just to be alive |
In a city with a dollar menu |
Anybody fucking with a lucky penny |
Gotta know we doing just fine |
Lil fixed gear, in comes slum dog millionaire |
Settle for your pedal stroke dealing the predictable |
Smart shop keeper, keep your shop in the dark |
Where the rats live fatter than the ones they tear apart |
«With a roof right over your head» |
You little douche bag… |
Stare out of the darkness there is your reflection |
Mirrors on a mountain tilting your direction |
Couches in your clutches power up your section |
Destiny is shining just then, your arrested |
So mad you blow the doors off the Alameda morgue |
Ain’t no way to pick a bone when you rotten to the core… |