Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stoned Capone, artist - Zeds Dead. Album song Somewhere Else, in the genre Танцевальная музыка
Date of issue: 30.06.2014
Record label: Mad Decent
Song language: English
Stoned Capone |
From the essence in my being, to the judgement of my keeper |
I’m not scared, no prayers, you can tell it to the reaper |
I’ve concluded it’s illusion’s just a figment of my thoughts |
People really need to listen but they all prefer to talk |
Off the top I’m a fucking God |
Raise hell, all hell who the fuck are ya’ll? |
I’m in the mood that belong in a zoo |
I’m the ostrich that flew |
Don’t gotta see it to believe it |
Ask your momma, it’s true |
I fly away |
The walls are peeling, my heart is beating in unison |
If I am me and you are you then who is him? |
If all these peasants have power then who the fuck is king? |
I see a man in the man, call him my lonely twin |
I see these things all around me falling like snow |
Evaporating into nothing, so deeper downward we go |
The rabbit hole never full, it rabidly take a hold |
It’s been a different experience, for every rabbit I know |
So let’s walk in this green park |
I am lost in you sweetheart |
Let it go for the time being |
Be yourself, don’t you mind me |
I see the life you leading, leading to a life of meaning |
Bleeding out my mind like I don’t like the way you’re fucking breathing |
Blinded by the media, our chance to see is ever fleeting |
When will we awake, the countless sheep will only help the sleeping |
Help the needy, I wish I could but I am hella greedy |
Sitting in my office counting money while I’m watching TV |
I am the genie that never granted your wishes |
And now you work washing dishes while I’m at home with your Mrs. (Ha) |
A couple xanies in my phanny bag will keep you mellow |
Blended in the couch until my limbs will start to feel like jello |
Hello, hi there, I’m scared of my nightmares |
I’m lazy as fuck but my mind busy as times square |
You in a high chair getting force fed, it’s horse shit |
Try to fight it, it only render you more sick |
You should know that I lost it, left my key on the doorstep |
Tripping on my own ego, don’t ever try it, it’s toxic |