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lirik lagu classical music – ​billy woods

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[verse 1: akai solo]
yo, yo
whenever snow falls, i think about the first time i saw it
was my jaw, dog, tooth and nail to the floor?
unable to recall, [?] of my past scattered
simpler, blissfully foolish times
before rhymes had a reason to get written
the full expression had me smitten, we was in the staircase
found [?] catching up to the wolf
a beauty in his functionality
sought truly like will
his intel opens doors better than your copy of the key
torn like mothers afterwards, post*partum
these streets grisly, bare with us
that’s that cold play
man, stick a spoon in your dog, now they yoplait
thе way i sk!llet crews and form my own way
witty with the raps, thеy wonder, will he pop?
solo type [?] so why will he not?
ill inquiry, i’ll ask him
reserve [?] seats at center stage
[?] answers
i’ma dodger dodging as soon as i out flow
no need to pretty please me for no resistance
small talk distract many gs
like legalese and religious lectures
first quarter weather, material pleasures
i receive the haze, eager to see if it will cease and desist minds
anything with thoughts, cerebral life
aiming to convey clearer
fiendish for focusing hopes
i always did focus [?] your house
whenever the snow falls, i wonder where those feelings went
the amazement and innocence
smothered by lies i told myself
true staff, trial and error rather than mentor
i knew better way quicker
[hook: billy woods]
eighty*eight keys i played the piece till it fell to pieces
chasing ghosts, chasing ghosts
eighty*eight keys i played the piece till it fell to pieces
dashed her hopes, dashed her hopes
eighty*eight keys i played the piece till it fell to pieces
chasing ghosts, chasing ghosts
eighty*eight keys i played the piece till it fell to pieces
dashed her hopes, dashed her hopes

[verse 2: billy woods]
always late for lessons, it’s a lifelong trait
she could tell i was guessing, i’m mostly still guessing today
stretching, could never really find my place
pressing (always pressing), disappointment etched every line in her face
every wiry gray, still disappointed today
“piano hands,” she used to say, “what a waste”
sunday was amadeus’ 28th, we didn’t go to church
drew the heavy shades, light poured by the lord’s grace
i watched her play, gods filled the place
rich chords, desolate chores
where arpeggios break
i never quite found my way
it was always the same, i never had faith
my twin found jesus, i sifted seeds out the shake
made n*ggas believe when i grated cheese for the soufflé
loud like black preachers, dc n*ggas never seen boudet
proud to be accepted by the same n*ggas i used to hate
spanish galleon, i was sunken in place
pieces of eight strewn on the ocean floor
police rushed the gates
flushed everything, couldn’t bring myself to flush the haze
(i threw it out the window)
[fielded]
once the snow came down
and they set it out
blame it on the sun
she was born to bound
so i made a flower
patience, not the one
had it all planned out
but some sh*t went down
i am not your only
just a boy trying to hang someone

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