Clipping. - Bastards (feat. Lauren Bousfield) lyrics
clipping. [Daveed Diggs, William Hutson, Jonathan Snipes] LA, CA. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Clipping. - Bastards feat. Lauren Bousfield lyrics]
Death wasn't really the worst part
Time spent floating above is
Body done, that's when the hurt start
They call it passing, that's not it
They lying fuck them altars and headstones
Who they think all them flowers for?
Can't smell nothing, you just bones
They cry a little less every hour
So that must be real nice
Cross in the earth marks
End when everything began
Death scars looking like birthmarks
Take for granted they free standing
Y'all should grab one right
By the dream space
Makе one scream until she pray
Makе one run until he dead
Make one break until they leave
The body hurts, see the body gone
So who body make up for all
The wrongs done to bodies?
They keep singin' they songs
While your body rot
Well, fuck it, come on, they gotta pay
Chase the dreamer, chase the dreamer
Fuck it up
Shake the dreamer, shake the dreamer
Wake it up and that will
Make the dreamer hate the dreamer, cut it up
Break the dream, awake the demon
Run it up then you can
Get into the head where they tried
To make sense of senses, start their sixth
Let 'em know the dead levitating just
Ahead and they best not slip
True, because you bled out doesn't mean you
Ever left and that's that shit
Everyone is scared and they
Telling all their secrets
Don't that sound like
Snitch behavior, snitch behavior? Zip it up
Kiss the fear and simply savor, lick it up
That tastes like wishes made
By twisted prayers, rip it up
Split the vision, mince the savior
Get the guts
Then you will grab one right
By the dream space
Make one scream until she pray
Make one run until he dead
Make one break until they leave
The body hurts, see the body gone
So who body make up for all
The wrongs done to bodies?
They keep singin' they songs
While your body rot
Well, fuck it, come on, they gotta pay
All the living sweat in the afterlife
But ain't nothing after life but the
Pain from the way you died
And something reminiscent of hunger
But if you had a stomach only
Satiated by making somebody run
See that to the edge of
The screen in the video?
Hear that hissing away in the
Back of the track?
Be that, you could live in the glitch
The digital
They fear that, they should fear that
They gon' fear that
You are here forever, here forever
Fuck it up
Miss the moment, end is never gonna come
You stuck so make the most
You make the omens, get the gun
Watch the mortals blow they brains out
That was fun
That's why you grab one right
By the dream space
Make one scream until she pray
Make one run until he dead
Make one break until they leave
The body hurts, see the body gone
So who body make up for all
The wrongs done to bodies?
They keep singin' they songs
While your body rot
Well, fuck it, come on, they gotta pay
Time spent floating above is
Body done, that's when the hurt start
They call it passing, that's not it
They lying fuck them altars and headstones
Who they think all them flowers for?
Can't smell nothing, you just bones
They cry a little less every hour
So that must be real nice
Cross in the earth marks
End when everything began
Death scars looking like birthmarks
Take for granted they free standing
Y'all should grab one right
By the dream space
Makе one scream until she pray
Makе one run until he dead
Make one break until they leave
The body hurts, see the body gone
So who body make up for all
The wrongs done to bodies?
They keep singin' they songs
While your body rot
Well, fuck it, come on, they gotta pay
Chase the dreamer, chase the dreamer
Fuck it up
Shake the dreamer, shake the dreamer
Wake it up and that will
Make the dreamer hate the dreamer, cut it up
Break the dream, awake the demon
Run it up then you can
Get into the head where they tried
To make sense of senses, start their sixth
Let 'em know the dead levitating just
Ahead and they best not slip
True, because you bled out doesn't mean you
Ever left and that's that shit
Everyone is scared and they
Telling all their secrets
Don't that sound like
Snitch behavior, snitch behavior? Zip it up
Kiss the fear and simply savor, lick it up
That tastes like wishes made
By twisted prayers, rip it up
Split the vision, mince the savior
Get the guts
Then you will grab one right
By the dream space
Make one scream until she pray
Make one run until he dead
Make one break until they leave
The body hurts, see the body gone
So who body make up for all
The wrongs done to bodies?
They keep singin' they songs
While your body rot
Well, fuck it, come on, they gotta pay
All the living sweat in the afterlife
But ain't nothing after life but the
Pain from the way you died
And something reminiscent of hunger
But if you had a stomach only
Satiated by making somebody run
See that to the edge of
The screen in the video?
Hear that hissing away in the
Back of the track?
Be that, you could live in the glitch
The digital
They fear that, they should fear that
They gon' fear that
You are here forever, here forever
Fuck it up
Miss the moment, end is never gonna come
You stuck so make the most
You make the omens, get the gun
Watch the mortals blow they brains out
That was fun
That's why you grab one right
By the dream space
Make one scream until she pray
Make one run until he dead
Make one break until they leave
The body hurts, see the body gone
So who body make up for all
The wrongs done to bodies?
They keep singin' they songs
While your body rot
Well, fuck it, come on, they gotta pay
