Текст песни Reveille - Splitt (Comin` Out Swingin`)
Reveille - Splitt (Comin` Out Swingin`) слова песни
yo, we about to twist this shit up right here(as we cross over into a new millennium) it might be too strong for some so I suggest you motherfuckers buckle the fuck up(see what I`m saying?)where you gonna hide?rags to rags, how does the stone turn to static?its tragic, drop `em lie a bad force of habitnot dramatic, traumatic- got me turning in my sleepPencil pushin` plutos, motherfuck critiquesno defeat, complete, never sleep `n never willand just like "the real", I`ve entered my time to killclimbing the ring, I`m gonna wear away the doubtcause if I dug my own grave I can dig myself outcome on, come oncheck it- check it- check ittakers, fakers, barrel bottom scrapersseperating family from those phony money makerspapers stuffed, rolled, and laced with a lessonvapors graced so aftertaste is faced with confessionend of session blessin` first impressions stressin` thinking twiceand blaming my aggressions on some other world`s adviceso slice, split, splice and pay the price that it bringsbut i can stand on my own, I don`t need stringsI`m not fuckin` splittI`m comin` out swingin` so heads be spinningbringing on the soup to keep the ear drums ringingI`m comin` out swingin` with ties unstringingsplitting up the frame for a whole new beginningI`m comin` out swingin`I`ve told so many lies, built too many wallsbroken too many hearts, shed too many tearsburned too many bridges, taken too many fallsburied too many friends, I`ve buried too many fearsshit`s pumpin`, body`s are jumpin`waiting for something or somebodyup in the party to get the head bumpin`split it up- hit it up- but get it upwhile I set it up, causing confusion, we wet it upfrom the drum traks- guitar strum and high strungand fine tuned- the time is too soon so let it humfrom the power lung, the time come to make it happenover the bother some bitches who want to jack it uptrack it up, pick it up, you better stick it updope shit all over the table you gotta lick it up(chorus)I`m comin` out swingin`- I`m comin` out swingin`I`m comin` out- I`m comin` out, motherfucker..ha ha ha..Splittfamily fueds and family tiesnow you can sew them up but i see through your eyesthrough the surface and through the liesand through your ability to hypnotizenow the road has splitt and i can see no endsI`ve got angel`s wings mixed with plastic friendsI got two paths to choose and I can`t decidetoo little, too late, two worlds divideour worlds divideso better choose your sidesplitt- and out worlds divide