Chester P - Sunday Storms lyrics
[Chester P - Sunday Storms lyrics]
The world's spinning, it feels like a movie
Blues playing but it still don't move me
Still bunnin' and I still get boozy
Mind state livin' on the edge with a uzi
Psyched-out nights, on a clean-up with Lucy
'Medusa eyes'ed, stone heart till ya noose me
Life can direct me, pain can produce me
Strange how the blame for your
Thoughts will seduce me
And it's strange how it rains on a Sunday
Running into struggles on the runway
Late night walker have a couple drinks as I
Hustle with the corner
Sharp еyed thoughts pure trauma
Four corners
Four winds forеsaw ya on the border
Malice on ya face, nuttin' shorter
Alice up in chains, but me suttin' the water
Yeah?
That's my life everyday, no rehearsals
Drug games crumble in a cocaine frenzy
Whole game sent me in a hole that was empty
Buried in the sentiment
Of yesterday's memories
In the cemetery of timeless deceptions
Time is the keep from a mindless perception
How many devils can you send
Was the question
Good Lord, how the answers hit heavenly
The world's spinning, it feels like a movie
Blues playing but it still don't move me
I till bunnin' and I still get boozy
Mind state suttin' like a red hot ruby
Dosed up, looking like the ghost of an orphan
Trials of a wild man drowned in proportions
Trials of precaution
Pissing in the winds of misfortune
Anybody think and I torch 'em
People that are evil sit
And string together reasons
For believing there's a meaning to the
Schemes and their evil ways
Trying not to let them see my face
As I fall from space
See them smiling as I fall from grace
Never mind, I manage with a call from faith
Banging at my door
Reuniting my with morning's taste
Another night smoking friends to the filter
I never drank a drink that I
Wouldn't come and spill yuh
The world's spinning, it feels like a movie
Blues playing but it still don't move me
I sit bunnin' and I still get boozy
Mind state's taken to a face looking moody
Hey! Street's going one way
I'm in a muddle in the middle of the runway
They got a thing they love saying up Slumway
''Grab a brolly, mate, it rains on a Sunday''
Hey! The street goes one way
In a muddle in the middle of the runway
They got a thing they love saying up Slumway
''Grab a brolly, mate, it rains on a Sunday''
Hey! The street goes one way
In a muddle in the muddle of the runway
They got a thing they
Love saying 'round Slumway
''Grab a brolly, mate, it rains on a Sunday''
Seeing daemons in a state of art
Finding it difficult to take apart
And I ain't saying this to break her heart
But, I got off to a shaky start
Through a window, watching money
Time and life pass
Not materials, it's people who define class
Magnified in a fine glass of treachery
The same thing that binds you up
Is gonna set you free and a soul
Ain't never gonna section me
How many devils could you send
Was the question good Lord
How the answer hit heavenly
There's a thing they love saying up Slumway
''Grab a brolly, mate, it rains on a Sunday''
(haha)
Blues playing but it still don't move me
Still bunnin' and I still get boozy
Mind state livin' on the edge with a uzi
Psyched-out nights, on a clean-up with Lucy
'Medusa eyes'ed, stone heart till ya noose me
Life can direct me, pain can produce me
Strange how the blame for your
Thoughts will seduce me
And it's strange how it rains on a Sunday
Running into struggles on the runway
Late night walker have a couple drinks as I
Hustle with the corner
Sharp еyed thoughts pure trauma
Four corners
Four winds forеsaw ya on the border
Malice on ya face, nuttin' shorter
Alice up in chains, but me suttin' the water
Yeah?
That's my life everyday, no rehearsals
Drug games crumble in a cocaine frenzy
Whole game sent me in a hole that was empty
Buried in the sentiment
Of yesterday's memories
In the cemetery of timeless deceptions
Time is the keep from a mindless perception
How many devils can you send
Was the question
Good Lord, how the answers hit heavenly
The world's spinning, it feels like a movie
Blues playing but it still don't move me
I till bunnin' and I still get boozy
Mind state suttin' like a red hot ruby
Dosed up, looking like the ghost of an orphan
Trials of a wild man drowned in proportions
Trials of precaution
Pissing in the winds of misfortune
Anybody think and I torch 'em
People that are evil sit
And string together reasons
For believing there's a meaning to the
Schemes and their evil ways
Trying not to let them see my face
As I fall from space
See them smiling as I fall from grace
Never mind, I manage with a call from faith
Banging at my door
Reuniting my with morning's taste
Another night smoking friends to the filter
I never drank a drink that I
Wouldn't come and spill yuh
The world's spinning, it feels like a movie
Blues playing but it still don't move me
I sit bunnin' and I still get boozy
Mind state's taken to a face looking moody
Hey! Street's going one way
I'm in a muddle in the middle of the runway
They got a thing they love saying up Slumway
''Grab a brolly, mate, it rains on a Sunday''
Hey! The street goes one way
In a muddle in the middle of the runway
They got a thing they love saying up Slumway
''Grab a brolly, mate, it rains on a Sunday''
Hey! The street goes one way
In a muddle in the muddle of the runway
They got a thing they
Love saying 'round Slumway
''Grab a brolly, mate, it rains on a Sunday''
Seeing daemons in a state of art
Finding it difficult to take apart
And I ain't saying this to break her heart
But, I got off to a shaky start
Through a window, watching money
Time and life pass
Not materials, it's people who define class
Magnified in a fine glass of treachery
The same thing that binds you up
Is gonna set you free and a soul
Ain't never gonna section me
How many devils could you send
Was the question good Lord
How the answer hit heavenly
There's a thing they love saying up Slumway
''Grab a brolly, mate, it rains on a Sunday''
(haha)