Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Foot in the Grave, artist - Wrekonize. Album song A Soiree for Skeptics, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
One Foot in the Grave |
Good-good-good evening to the commune |
No need to stand, I promise y’all that I’ll be gone soon |
See I’m speakin' for the working folks |
The cats who stay awake 'til dawn |
Just tryin' to land upon the perfect note |
The ones, who for the life of us an’t seem to keep it in |
Or speak to a God, who isn’t there to speak to them |
They may not show it, but I’m sure that it’s beneath the skin |
Yeah that’s the human being |
We know it’s fucked, but we pretend |
I try to dream again, but I can’t even sleep |
And when I finally close my eyes |
It’s like a demon feeds my need to win |
And so it keeps on, the saga, if you view my drift |
The food is few, but we still overpopulate this moody bitch |
Wait a minute 'til the seasons change |
The scorching hot, the freezing rain |
Everybody wanna flee the pain |
But all can’t end up leaving sane |
So play games or maintain for the accolade |
Either way, get away cause it’s sad to say |
Round here there’ll be no man to save |
Do what I do with one foot in the grave |
Smile up on my face like everything’s okay |
Everytime I leave I wonder if I should stay |
Ay-ay, not today |
Do what I do with one foot in the grave |
Smile up on my face like everything’s okay |
Everytime I go I wonder if I should stay |
Not today, one foot in the grave |
HEY! |
By the time you hear this I’ll |
Be long gone with a smile |
So fuck you and your style |
Get in these kicks and walk these miles |
Don’t hit no wall, life is a constant squall |
Nuclear firearms, everytime I’m in those arms blast |
When I raise my glass, toast my future, present, past |
Inside I hope it last, at least 'til this hangover pass |
Bombs over Baghdad, between have nots and must haves |
Me on both sides, I keep tabs, in case it’s over soon |
Tick-tock, goes the box |
Watch 'em go nuts and attempts to make it stop |
But they can’t, never learned to pick no locks |
Watch, right from the sides, as they all suicide |
As they all drink the Kool-Aid I observe and then drink mine |
Do what I do with one foot in the grave |
Smile up on my face like everything’s okay |
Everytime I go I wonder if I should stay (Sta-a-a-a-ay) |
Not today, one foot in the grave |