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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #8,271
Peak in subgenre #655
Author
Poetic Flow
Rights
Lyrics: Poetic Flow/ Beat: Bay Root
Uploaded
December 22, 2002
Track Files
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Late Night Conversations
Written & Performed by S. De Bolster.
Produced by Bay Root & Mixed by S. De Bolster.
© 2002 - Poetic Flow / Bay Root.
Hook:
Every single night I lay back having conversations with myself imagining there’s someone else/ But it’s only me…
Bthugg:
Lying down with my eyes half-closed ~ having conversations with a man dressed in dark clothes ~ his face barely exposed only showing two eyes that glows in the candle light/ With slight fear I’m asking him when it’ll be my plight to take off of here and disappear into the dawning night/ I’m not eager to take an early flight but I want to be prepared ~ so I wouldn’t be scared ~ when the time is there to leave behind those who cared/ Throw away my fucked up being on earth ~ always on the run ~ been fleeing since birth ~ not seeing what I’m really worth/ Sometimes I wish He would’ve taken me a long time ago ~ so I wouldn’t have to deal with how I try to grow ~ a flower searching for the light but caught in the falling snow/ Wishing for that one shiny ray of sun ~ to fall upon the barrel of a gun pointed at my lung ~ one squeeze and the problems are done/ But I can’t do this to my family ~ the people who were always there for me ~ I just got to get rid of this depression spree ~ and learn to play this game of life without a referee on the side/
Hook:
Every single night I lay back having conversations with myself imagining there’s someone else/ But it’s only me…
Bthugg:
I’m sitting as I stare into his eyes ~ to my surprise I’m revealing my thoughts to the darkened skies ~ there’s no room for lies as I’m talking to the man who’s seen many people’s cries falling down ~ on their way to doom/ His glowing eyes are piercing thru my room ~ feeling like I’m caged ~ trapped in someone else’s tomb/ I’m filled with coldness in a blink ~ desperately searching for the missing link ~ it’s time to rethink as I overflood this paper with my tears of ink/ I’ve never been quick to plan ahead of time ~ always falling two steps behind ~ until survival instinct takes over my mind/ I stagnate ~ standing still in a sad state ~ looking closely at my soul-mate knowing he’s the only one who can relate to what I’m feeling/ Stealing smiles ~ happiness is so appealing ~ still I’m stuck between four walls staring at a dirty ceiling/ Exploring the depths of my soul ~ sitting in bed thinking about all my goals ~ caught between the folds ~ it’s like my existence is unlisted/ These situations have me twisted ~ next thing you know I find out I never even existed/
Hook:
Every single night I lay back having conversations with myself imagining there’s someone else/ But it’s only me… 