Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God's Day Off, artist - Ugly Heroes. Album song Ugly Heroes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
God's Day Off |
We learn to walk like a god does |
Even god has his off days |
Cause when you take a moment, stop building, start feeling |
You might get caught up in that cross fade |
It’s somewhere in between the ear |
A place where we believe in fear |
Saying shit that we don’t need to hear |
I think I’ll leave that beer sitting on this bar |
So the tender doesn’t count, never rendered the amount |
That I spent on the cost, pennies for your thoughts |
Now let me take a walk on through that childhood |
Living in those wild woods, started thinking why would |
I ever be so clever on that mic if the vibes good? |
I wrote a whole lotta rhymes, most of them mediocre |
Some will claim they’re divine, I’m just trying to stay sober |
Now if I could find that mind to ever find closure |
Maybe then I could really see what’s going on |
Cause even God has His off days |
Even God took a day off |
So why we stressing out in spite of this past, of this fight |
I’m sick of stretching out this life (x2) |
So what do you think he thinks |
When he’s looking in that mirror and he’s still afraid to blink |
Believing if that even if he doesn’t see himself |
The fact will still remain that he probably needs some help |
Sick of drowning in the pity, sick of looking at this city |
Sick of no one fucking with me, I’m sick of fucking rap |
And I don’t need to ask if she’s growing tired too |
What the fuck would make a difference? |
I don’t need that point of view |
Pennies for my songs, nobody sings along |
I sit alone at home so I know the drinks are strong |
Don’t know why I bother, got it from my father |
Procrastination, will power, can’t save a dollar |
Got an alma mater, don’t know why it matters |
They say «you did it proper», I’m still a broke rapper |
Blue collar scholar, by now you know the laughter |
And I don’t think they really know what’s going on |
Listen |
He lived his whole life waiting for his worst fear to come true |
His family waited for him to undo |
Undone he came, luckily his soul-mate stayed sane |
Saw him as he plunged to his grave |
Tried to hold his hand on this cliff, toward darkness |
Saw her grip weaken started yelling out his name |
His kin can only watch as his stock fall |
One of them was by his side, other tuned in from afar |
The latter made sure he’d never be like this |
To the point he kept his distance, couldn’t see him like this |
Swore he’d never live a life of regret |
Never set himself up to fail, he would die trying |
After visits he would lie crying |
If only Dad would’ve given himself a fighting chance, he’d be high flying |
It’s never too late, this verse isn’t done |
Every son waits and learns from what his father’s become |