Grief
Awwwe Guerrilla Karma gonna 'getcha
If life's a bitch
She's on the rag
Cause it's blood sweat and tears
And it's back to back
She refused this man a pause
From the pain of loss
Used to not give a toss
Now i'm 'greetin them with joss sticks
Cause they deep in the dirt or ashes sealed and burnt in a casket
While i pour out with dry lashes
waiting for the anaesthetic from the cask hit
Just so i can feel a spirit
Cause i've been so detached
Too busy 'climbin to a summit
Chasing what i want ignored what i had
I hustle for the wage
But the only thing adding up is my age
More learned than earned while i yearn for those filled up in urns
'Hopin it's my turn if it weren't for them it would've been
Purest souls that i've ever seen
Friends sit back and 'advisin
My life, but they only add vice in
Calm and collected panic attack
Qualms in perfecting shit that i lack
Taking loses more than i won
Hurts even more that i really can't feel 'nothin
Calm and collected panic attack
Qualms in perfecting shit that i lack
Taking loses more than i won
Hurts even more that i really can't feel 'nothin
You see that i'm fine
You see but you blind
You don't see the guests i detest
Having laid to rest buried on my mind
You see not bereave
You see rows of teeth
If i miss them why's my heart not on my sleeve
why i show no grief
Yeah 'mayne i'm raised by the cane
White washed off the blood in my vein
See their ways i look in disdain
For the strokes make up the words in my name
But, i never counted the days i was fed
When they 'wipin up the tears that i shed
When they gave me all they never had
And i was absent from their fucking deathbed
Look at me now i'm a little mature
Like yoghurt i am very cultured
In our roots and the procedure
For my shoots and i'll be the teacher
So glass on hands up high for an epic cheer
But the glass is up to their picture
Now i'ma stay in the position i'm in coiled up like shit
As i twist and turn with no eyelids
Worry who's next to stretch out and split
Now i clasp both my hands to entreat
God, do You hear my fit
Don't take more i'm desperate
But if it's Your will and You commit
Add a plus one that they'll come with
Ma and Pa love to pray but unlike me, cause i swear to god
For Your sakes just change the plot
If it's not my scene i'll take the spot
What, come get me now
Come strike me down
Lightning and hail man go to town
Keep my parents away from theirs 'slong
as up ain't down and fish don't drown
Calm and collected panic attack
Qualms in perfecting shit that i lack
Taking loses more than i won
Hurts even more that i really can't feel 'nothin
Calm and collected panic attack
Qualms in perfecting shit that i lack
Taking loses more than i won
Hurts even more that i really can't feel 'nothin
You see that i'm fine
You see but you blind
You don't see the guests i detest
Having laid to rest buried on my mind
You see not bereave
You see rows of teeth
If i miss them why's my heart not on my sleeve why i show no grief
If life's a bitch
She's on the rag
Cause it's blood sweat and tears
And it's back to back
She refused this man a pause
From the pain of loss
Used to not give a toss
Now i'm 'greetin them with joss sticks
Cause they deep in the dirt or ashes sealed and burnt in a casket
While i pour out with dry lashes
waiting for the anaesthetic from the cask hit
Just so i can feel a spirit
Cause i've been so detached
Too busy 'climbin to a summit
Chasing what i want ignored what i had
I hustle for the wage
But the only thing adding up is my age
More learned than earned while i yearn for those filled up in urns
'Hopin it's my turn if it weren't for them it would've been
Purest souls that i've ever seen
Friends sit back and 'advisin
My life, but they only add vice in
Calm and collected panic attack
Qualms in perfecting shit that i lack
Taking loses more than i won
Hurts even more that i really can't feel 'nothin
Calm and collected panic attack
Qualms in perfecting shit that i lack
Taking loses more than i won
Hurts even more that i really can't feel 'nothin
You see that i'm fine
You see but you blind
You don't see the guests i detest
Having laid to rest buried on my mind
You see not bereave
You see rows of teeth
If i miss them why's my heart not on my sleeve
why i show no grief
Yeah 'mayne i'm raised by the cane
White washed off the blood in my vein
See their ways i look in disdain
For the strokes make up the words in my name
But, i never counted the days i was fed
When they 'wipin up the tears that i shed
When they gave me all they never had
And i was absent from their fucking deathbed
Look at me now i'm a little mature
Like yoghurt i am very cultured
In our roots and the procedure
For my shoots and i'll be the teacher
So glass on hands up high for an epic cheer
But the glass is up to their picture
Now i'ma stay in the position i'm in coiled up like shit
As i twist and turn with no eyelids
Worry who's next to stretch out and split
Now i clasp both my hands to entreat
God, do You hear my fit
Don't take more i'm desperate
But if it's Your will and You commit
Add a plus one that they'll come with
Ma and Pa love to pray but unlike me, cause i swear to god
For Your sakes just change the plot
If it's not my scene i'll take the spot
What, come get me now
Come strike me down
Lightning and hail man go to town
Keep my parents away from theirs 'slong
as up ain't down and fish don't drown
Calm and collected panic attack
Qualms in perfecting shit that i lack
Taking loses more than i won
Hurts even more that i really can't feel 'nothin
Calm and collected panic attack
Qualms in perfecting shit that i lack
Taking loses more than i won
Hurts even more that i really can't feel 'nothin
You see that i'm fine
You see but you blind
You don't see the guests i detest
Having laid to rest buried on my mind
You see not bereave
You see rows of teeth
If i miss them why's my heart not on my sleeve why i show no grief
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Writer(s): Teku Cheong
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