CunninLynguists, Tonedeff - The Distance lyrics
CunninLynguists [Deacon the Villain, Kno, Natti] Lexington, Kentucky, U.S. 🇺🇸
[CunninLynguists, Tonedeff - The Distance lyrics]
And he travelled and he travelled far
I can feel the distance
The streets kept coming and coming and coming
He sped through his tracks
And every scene he spied was all the same
He kept running and running and
Running and never looked back
He never realised how far he came
And it didn't matter that the
Latter part hadn't bothered him
Rather all the sadness that followed him as
If it was a ball and chain
It was a long await
His posture had changed fraught with
His fault and his anger
Until he wouldn't respond when
They called his name
It was all part of the game
It started as a play to get ends
It left him with the breath
Of debt and less friends
And yet he never questioned
Where the quest went
And when dissenters didn't deem him special
He did his best to impress them
And this led to regrets then
Still he was dead-set on success and distress
He only expressed through a sent text
Addressed to anyone he hadn't met yet
The tires peeled on desire's wheels
Again he said, "I can feel"
The distance
The city had changed him as he
Reflected on the decade that passed
His life, he reckoned at last
Was a staged pun
With a fantasy masked where the grave was dug
A double life revamped and the other
Side bites till it tastes blood
So he drives to escape driving a
Stake through his great love
Incessantly trying to shine through the
Bars like a caged sun
Dissecting a piece of the strange run
With the dirty southern niggers
Working for crumbs
In some underground dank club
Where there's nothing but strained hugs
From mother and father
And a strange son cause he can't
Recall when he became one
Though the shame is heavy and weighs tons
He still finds a way to place
Blame on what they've done
Visit's they've stayed away from
And perhaps it was that all along
So he just carries on
And he can barely call because
The talks are rarely calm
He wears his calluses like a
Tux to a daily prom
Wearily feeling forever young until
They play the song
And his patient wife wait's gracefully
While he breaks the dawn
Racing across the States to raise the stakes
And cost to pay it off
Debating cons of procreation on the
Hopes to trade it off
A basic honest home relations
How'd they know it would take this long?
But he placed his honour in
The way he crawled
All that means is he hit's the floor harder
From farther up in case he falls
He's racing towards the exit so disconnected
He felt compelled to
Misdirect his perspective i can feel
And the more that I stand still
The closer I get still
I can feel the distance
The streets kept coming and coming and coming
He sped through his tracks
And every scene he spied was all the same
He kept running and running and
Running and never looked back
He never realised how far he came
And it didn't matter that the
Latter part hadn't bothered him
Rather all the sadness that followed him as
If it was a ball and chain
It was a long await
His posture had changed fraught with
His fault and his anger
Until he wouldn't respond when
They called his name
It was all part of the game
It started as a play to get ends
It left him with the breath
Of debt and less friends
And yet he never questioned
Where the quest went
And when dissenters didn't deem him special
He did his best to impress them
And this led to regrets then
Still he was dead-set on success and distress
He only expressed through a sent text
Addressed to anyone he hadn't met yet
The tires peeled on desire's wheels
Again he said, "I can feel"
The distance
The city had changed him as he
Reflected on the decade that passed
His life, he reckoned at last
Was a staged pun
With a fantasy masked where the grave was dug
A double life revamped and the other
Side bites till it tastes blood
So he drives to escape driving a
Stake through his great love
Incessantly trying to shine through the
Bars like a caged sun
Dissecting a piece of the strange run
With the dirty southern niggers
Working for crumbs
In some underground dank club
Where there's nothing but strained hugs
From mother and father
And a strange son cause he can't
Recall when he became one
Though the shame is heavy and weighs tons
He still finds a way to place
Blame on what they've done
Visit's they've stayed away from
And perhaps it was that all along
So he just carries on
And he can barely call because
The talks are rarely calm
He wears his calluses like a
Tux to a daily prom
Wearily feeling forever young until
They play the song
And his patient wife wait's gracefully
While he breaks the dawn
Racing across the States to raise the stakes
And cost to pay it off
Debating cons of procreation on the
Hopes to trade it off
A basic honest home relations
How'd they know it would take this long?
But he placed his honour in
The way he crawled
All that means is he hit's the floor harder
From farther up in case he falls
He's racing towards the exit so disconnected
He felt compelled to
Misdirect his perspective i can feel
And the more that I stand still
The closer I get still