Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Project Revenge, artist - Triple One. Date of issue: 26.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Project Revenge |
| Broke this off |
| Broke some more |
| Belly of the beast |
| Nothing to pour, crushed by the world |
| Pull me by the chain, pull me up on a shore |
| You sought me |
| Now you bleed |
| They keep me aggravated, handle of my sword is gold and nickel-plated |
| Mostly hated, only wind will kiss me call her straight razor |
| Underrated, well-debated on which is the greatest song |
| Heavy weighted, put the kettle on til I’m dead and gone |
| Slaughter the piteous, death is upon you it is so insidious |
| You cannot ever get rid of it |
| I saw my soul and I thought it was hideous |
| Timmy Turner with the blanco |
| Keep a burner in the poncho |
| Swing my sword up off a bronco |
| Fear is nothing till I’m gonzo |
| Dippin into 'em oblivious |
| I’ll show you god in a mortal experience |
| Oh what a pretty deliverance |
| I am the one that has earned all my reverence |
| Count all my hits on a paper |
| Snow on the back and a blood on the blazer |
| I got issues with behaviour |
| Panty raider stay addicted to flavour |
| They place a prism round a soul that has no symmetry |
| It fills my belly full of pins and powdered memories |
| I am ungrateful for life |
| I thought life was a glitch |
| Found my purpose in revenge |
| I bet life is a bitch |
| I seem to yearn for the end |
| I hold my purpose within |
| And what they take is all yours |
| Caught in, method |
| Marlon Brando |
| Acting stupid |
| Acting lucid |
| Memory lane, I’m off my face |
| Memory lane, I’m off my face |
| Caught in, method |
| Daniel Day-Lewis |
| Rolling Pirelli |
| Tender nuance |
| Memory lane, I’m off my face |
| Roll up, face numb |
| Fuck that, break down |
| Why the fuck you think we don’t sleep for? |
| We tryna make something out of dirt bruh |
| I’m in a private with the wings clipped |
| I’m tryna get rich or die trying |
| On my rap shit, I get it packed in |
| And tell the whole world that I might jump |
| Tell the whole crowd if they want something |
| Like no joke, they can come and get it |
| Imma kill the kid like a kamikaze |
| Keep the sirens running like a paramedic |
| All these women getting sentimental |
| But the time is press on my patience |
| All these women tryna get ahead |
| But my mind is set on my fate |
| A fucking mess and I can’t see it how it used to be |
| Like everybody’s either needing or they using me |
| I press that liquid through my liver Marty told me to |
| I swallow quick and hope I’m sick before I’m overdue |
| Set in stone is just a fucking saying |
| We all tell ourselves just to keep the peace |
| I ain’t take a book straight off the shelf |
| Since I was 17 and a better me |
| Yeah we fire and stone like a mason |
| Stay cutting bars like a sadist |
| Cause I’m ready now just like a method actor |
| Better shoot me up in a panoramic |
| I seem to yearn for the end |
| I hold my purpose within |
| And what they take is all yours |
| Caught in, method |
| Marlon Brando |
| Acting stupid |
| Acting lucid |
| Memory lane, I’m off my face |
| Memory lane, I’m off my face |
| Caught in, method |
| Daniel Day-Lewis |
| Rolling Pirelli |
| Tender nuance |
| Memory lane, I’m off my face |