Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Breaks, artist - Twiztid. Album song The Darkness, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.01.2015
Record label: Majik Ninja Entertainment
Song language: English
No Breaks |
When I was heavy, off in that bottle |
Full throttle, before weed became legal in Colorado |
And booty cake was a nice dish |
From Paula Deen before she opened her southern mouth |
And became that racist white bitch |
When I’m out with songs, it’s killing people like ebola |
The panic through the media had you looking over shoulders |
At the known folks, cleaning coin collections with Coca-Cola |
That’s the sign of a good taste of the name brand soda |
Open they eye holes |
They’ve destroyed the twin towers and turned into ground zero |
And all the innocent people that died for nothing |
Can be remembered in the monument collecting coin |
At 9/11 hope button |
I can’t help but be disgusted and try to stomach the aftermath |
Appetite of destruction |
Lets switch it up to fugazzis |
His holiness, Pope Benedict stepped down |
From tongues and ties to Nazis |
Now tell me what would Jesus do |
Love in the house of the holy was the home |
Of a persecutors of Jews |
I’d like to think he takes the high road |
So many thoughts in my human brain that my mind might explode |
Like bombs in marathons at Boston |
But I’m only one person, how can I make a change |
I get lost in the solstice |
Disappear from out of sight like a Malaysian flight |
And have the entire world searching everyday and at night |
I got the moon prayer for them short lives |
Like Trayvon Martin, James Foley, Michael Brown, and it ain’t right |
Don’t let the people die in vain |
It’s time to educate for new becomers |
Tell people what they became |
Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck |
And my luck’s down so much that I forgot it was up |
I got this weight on my shoulders like a couple of trucks |
And I ain’t talking about skateboards |
I’m talking about late for the rent type |
Money spent tight, and I got nothing to show for world but whip |
But a fucking argument, like |
Fuck I’m doing in a relationship |
When I’ve been fucking every chick that she’s been hanging with |
I’ll admit it, I’m bad news |
Full of bad attitudes and bad views |
And look how fast you gravitate to the back room |
Just like me when the track moves |
Feel like I’m part of the last view |
To come through like a monsoon |
And wash it all away |
Put perspective on the break |
Nail it and call it a day |
Cause if I don’t I’m gonna make it, only dues a day |
I’ll be the top story, not just another fool in the pot |
Pour me another so I can slowly drown it away |
They cannot ignore me but still I leave a formidable trace |
Contacts in, paint up my face |
Axes ready, I ain’t waiting for them haters to hate |