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Data di rilascio: 29.02.2024
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Hollow |
You shouldn’t holler if you hear me\nYou should holler if you don’t\nSo the knowledge, it’ll steer me 'til I’m searing through your pulse\nIf you follow on me clearly, then you better listen close\nI’m hollow as a theory of a man who sees ghosts\nAppearing with a fury, but it’s nothing he can hold\nSee, when a shell’s hollow and you stretch skin across\nHands beat it down and the drums starts to talk\nThe average city crow grows cold and unfolds into a black hawk\nAnd all the alley cats and rats getting picked off\nPlus all the trash that they live is 'bout to kiss God\nI treasure cleanliness. Been living with my junkie dogs\nWho find it hard in their heart to give a fuck at all\nJust got a penalty and still ain’t touched the fucking ball\nIt makes me wonder do I really want to play at all?\nBut if I quit that’d be a kiss on every haters' jaw\nAnd that’s never been the way I ever played at all\nStayed up late, woke up later and I made this song\nAnd Sense had left the beat laying in the crate forgot\nWent to China with his family while I just watched\nOver the house like the mouse that you never caught\nAlways around but I hide cause I’m better off\nYou might catch me in the kitchen then I’m dead of course\nUnless you’re scared and I run from your deadly force\nBut all I really want is something like a crumb of yours\nAnd in exchange I’ll say what’s hidden in between the doors\nSee the walls don’t talk, but I do reports\nI could tell you where this music is moving toward\nGrabbed the beers and the blunts from the corner store\nAnd dived straight into the crates on its own accord\nAnd cracked every written book just to know the score\nSat in silence just to learn what the writing’s for\nI try to smile but the child is always wanting more\nThe old man always sleeps and only wants to snore\nAnd I’ve risen out the grave on my accord\nStill I’m caged by the pain, but I’m due reward\nFor all the bounties on the heads, that’s what I’m shooting for\nI don’t want to win a battle just to lose the war\nI’m up the river trying to paddle back to home court\nBlack Cadillac running on a half-quart\nAnd I’m a make it on the fumes, since you asked for it\nBLS, heart and soul to the marrow bone\nBlack crow feather of the tribe\nWe gon' carry on\nWe gon' carry on\nBLS, heart and soul to the marrow bone\nBlack crow feather of the tribe\nWe gon' carry on\nWe gon' carry on\nBLS, heart and soul to the marrow bone\nBlack crow feather of the tribe\nWe gon' carry on\nWe gon' carry on |