Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Where, artist - Twiztid. Album song American Psycho Tour Exclusive, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
No Where |
How can I save myself? |
When the path that I’ve been walking leads straight to hell |
Is there something for sale? |
Can you convince me that it ain’t just another walk in the park? |
And the road that I’ve been walkin' up from the start is my heart |
And I can wear it on my sleeve until they rip it apart |
And continue on my journey to try to get to the top |
And it’ll never stop and I refuse to believe |
That immortals only measured by selling a CD |
Not enough from me, give me the keys to my cemetery gates |
And I’ll picture your fate that I can make it |
Shine a little light if you can |
Cause on the trip where I’m headed, it’s never gonna end |
Whether you climb a mountain on your journey to be here |
(There's a long road just ahead what if it leads to nowhere?) |
What if it leads to nowhere? |
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They say to live your life and make your decisions |
And twist your perception and everybody’s changin' but you |
Everybody’s patient but who got the reason |
Or the passion to do it just like you do? |
If it wasn’t for mistakes, you wouldn’t have made a thing |
In a heartbeat, I’d bet you’d do it all over again |
In a wind’s age, took you ages |
To come full circle as you progress |
Through fast at many paces |
Growing pains and stages, been there done that |
On to bigger things now and ain’t no turning back |
Got your shit on track and forward destination |
But you don’t know where you’re going so you call it a vacation |
Eighty-five on the side street floating |
Wondering why me, I’ve got the underground going |
And the mainstream hoping that money will be the root of my evil |
And people only believing until the sequel |
That something equal will come along and try to defeat ya |
In the end I’ll be standing on the top like a beacon |
Spitting that evil, get ya hyped like a wiccan |
Now that’s some shit to believe in |
They say I’m lost but then I find myself |
In the middle of nowhere what does it cost |
To purchase piece of mind, my sanity’s crumbling |
I’m under the raincloud with lighting, thundering |
Stumbling, fumbling, far from perfection |
Without wicked words they’ll withered like an infection |
Can we be the medicine to save you once again |
You might be lost but you’re surrounded by family and friends |