Song picture
Coke & Oatmeal
Like
Playlist
Comment Share
Free download
A song about class and reflection... Beat by Naught.
uk hip hop madrox blessed b buk records
A uk hip hop emcee from West mid England...
You should really be on - WWW.MYSPACE.COM/MADROXTUNES by now....lol Although feel free to get this shitty old stuff by all means. PEACE -RoX
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,449
Peak in subgenre #781
Author
Rox
Rights
(c) Rox Productions
Uploaded
March 30, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
A song about class and reflection...
Lyrics
Meet the man who made a mess to make a mill – And played it till he breaks it never one to be mistaken – In this vacant train station where we’re headin is irrelevant – So I’m hesitant to make a dent upon repenting thoughts I’ve bred – Intelligent – Prevailin through a mist of smoke screens – I seen the colour now I know that all this bitter hopes green – Throwing light beams at these low flying angels – Hoping one day that I’ll play within a stage full – And I made fools of those rushing into things – But I’m lovin every single fuckin second of these broken wings – Choking dreams and smoking things I never shoulda touched – Dismay, distraught, disarm, descend – FUCKED. If only I could tell them that my eyes are staying shut – And all the people that I dreamed were null and void within a cut – Of blood loss – love stops till I take a breather – …I never cared much for the pacifists either… Reach the kids and youth to touch the sky – Time rolls by like a broken lullaby – What am I? - I stand here speechless – …Cuz I don’t care much for myself now either - Ether teach the breach for each of these leech – Besiege the seats of weak and speak to seek the – Peachy day that everybody’s living – …Just another thanks giving (Thanks given) – Too all those listenin and tryna figure out – Just what the rhetorical ‘fuck’ that I’m about – Duck in a drought – Plus stuck in the south – Of the compass once that he never passed out (passed out) – And dreamed nevermore (never less) – Never anything worth mentioning – so he didn’t – Figured he would sit and riddle it – A little ignorance was civil in his village since – The fiddles were a tool for the roof top choir – Now we hold peace like the birds on the wire – With our empire of dirt and burnt fires – I can feel the friction moving through the tyres – And we’re tired of this spoon now - it’s lost its appeal – Another busy night of coke and oatmeal – Open holds yield those holes that won’t heal – Though still - I guess I’m kind of a mess – I shoot straight – Ride, Speak the truth and don’t guess – So lets - bury our heads and hatchets – And when we get torn reassured we’ll patch it – We’ll ask it out loud why it won’t stop speaking – With hearts beating… If only I could tell them that my eyes are staying shut – And all the people that I dreamed were null and void within a cut – Of blood loss – love stops till I take a breather – …I never cared much for the pacifists either… Reach the kids and youth to touch the sky – Time rolls by like a broken lullaby – What am I? - I stand here speechless – …Cuz I never cared much for myself either - If only I could tell them that my eyes are staying shut – And all the people that I dreamed were null and void within a cut – Of blood loss – love stops till I take a breather – …I never cared much for the pacifists either… Reach the kids and youth to touch the sky – Time rolls by like a broken lullaby – What am I? - I stand here speechless – …Cuz I never cared much for myself either – (repeat last line till end)
On Playlists
Comments
Please sign up or log in to post a comment.