Текст песни Lexicon f Takbir (Styles of Beyond) - Years and Years
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[Verse One]I think I`m gonna snap one of these daysOne of these days, I`ma snap into a rage, in halfI think I`m gonna snap somebody, for realI feel I gotta slap somebodyAnd I don`t know, if I`m losin my patienceor the world`s gettin more difficult than it was beforeBut people seem dumber, prices are higherMy wallet got thin and now the straights are direAnd it`s all really startin to get to meI feel like one ingredient inside the recipeAnd the rest of me, is fallin off to the bonelike leprosy, everything starts to pester meSo I hide behind stacks of billsAnd the cracked windshield of my automobileThat`s why everything gets more distorted than it seemsMy girl tellin me that I`m havin hoop dreamsNow we`re arguin again (damn) I take a hitand turn the volume up to ten and run with no directionAnd only hopes of an escapeBut it`s like runnin in circles on a twelve inch plateThey say, to be insane is when you do the sameand get the same results and still do it againThey say, to be insane is when you do the sameand get the same results, check it, check check it out[Chorus]Turned on my VCR, same one I had for yearsTurned on my stereo the static hurts my earsI sit in my old car, same one I had for yearsBattery`s been runnin down for years and years and years[Verse Two: Takbir]Yo, I`m sick of bein confused and always gettin my hopes upSpin the barrel twice and put it back in my holsterDiamond in my confidence watch three (?) asI`m blockin in my passion for rappin it`s all provacativeThis is how it is if you hate havin jobsIf you wait then you strong if you fake then you goneThe fiasco of cash flow, makin me laughSo I throw on my costume while swingin my lassoSteak for the butcher shop, weightin to slayA nice meal `til they cookin raw paper macheSo last but not peace I dropped a few linesin the book of thought ingredients passin through time[Chorus]Let me hear you say fuck, that, shitIf you can`t deal, with, itLet me hear you say fuck, that, shitIf you can`t deal, with, it[Verse Three]Yo, yo, yoIt`s been a long time since my brain felt peaceIt`s this and it`s that but not meOr is it, all the think to thought makes me (?)With my fingernails with no guilt makes a visitI wish I was ten years old again (why?)Cause back then I wasn`t so picky about my friendsPlus I`d rather worry about which toy I want nextthan havin to worry about my rent checkSee man, don`t you understand?You have to beat the system, before you make demandsAnd that`s all fine and dandy for the time beingBut I`m sick of payin bills with money I`m never seein (help!)Damn computer screen makes my eyes hurtI hate givin up my time, that`s why I`m always late for workAt least fifteen minutes (hurry up)Cause I need the snooze bar the way Popeye needs his spinachI hate when the little things become big thingsand the big things become bigger thingsThat`s when I simply shut my eyes, and cover my earsSame thing I`ve done for years[Chorus][repeat 2X]Let me hear you say fuck, that, shitIf you can`t deal, with, itLet me hear you say fuck, that, shitIf you can`t deal, with, it