Информация о песне На данной странице вы можете ознакомиться с текстом песни Jitters, исполнителя - Madchild.
Дата выпуска: 27.08.2012
Язык песни: Английский
Jitters |
On the nightstand a half micky, crown royal |
And like fifty fuckin roaches wrapped in tin foil |
Empty Nyquil, Tylenol, 5 pills |
Cigarettes and some honey oil |
Half an ounce in the hash pipe |
And no idea what the fuck I did last night |
But I don’t care cause I am no longer empathetic |
To who I hurt including me myself and I forget it |
I’m on a path towards destruction and I’m almost there |
You coulda saved me last year when I almost cared |
But fuck it, I’m gone, the wall around my heart’s strong |
Took a box, to fort knox, I’m on lock |
I’m sorry mamma, your only son’s a disappointment |
I sold myself for gold watches |
In the kitchen, joing in, laughin in the devils face |
Spittin at Lucifer, crucifixing my demons |
I’m shootin higher than Jupiter «wow» |
Keep On Living, God’s Forgiving |
No More Sorrow, Today is Tomorrow |
They don’t understand my name |
They all think that I’m insane |
They all know I had it all but then I flushed it down the drain |
Things are moving way too slow |
I have got too far to go |
Stick a gun inside my mouth and blow my brains to particles |
Used to have a heart of gold |
Flow it is still arctic cold, but now my plaques are rusty and I’m reading |
dusty articles |
Thoughts that rip my skull apart |
I am selling sullen art |
Smart but hollow, hard to swallow, everything is dull and dark |
Listen you can understand my actions are irrational |
Sudden screams of shattered dreams of being international |
Problems with my past, I got problems with my cash flow |
By now I should be humble, but I’m still a fucking asshole |
Its mister mister mystifying, kicking rhymes, while fists are flying, |
gifted like its Christmas time |
I’m an artist with a business mind |
Harder than a prisoner’s mind |
Death defying visitors bloody wrists are drying |
Keep On Living, Lives Forgiving |
No More Sorrow, Today is Tomorrow |