FV - Twists lyrics
[FV - Twists lyrics]
My own foe, my enemy, my nemesis
That's me m night, I'm unveiling a twist
Pseudo-psychological rap
thought I'm better than this
I guess I lied to the beat
Like I was marrying it
This is my very own burden
I'll be carrying it
While my goddamn reflection has
Me staring at it
I see my own eyes dead like a marionette
Saying the world's fucked up -
The red herring of it
Is that I'm scared to start living
Though I'm merely a brick in the wall
I feel my failure will tear it to bit's
Inhale confidence, dwell in the risk
Mr lucipher, I will see you in hell a bit
Am I talking to the devil? No
I should be knock-knock-knocking on
The Heaven's door
Asking for luck for my loved ones
One never knows a dear friend, wooden box
Dressed in elegant clothes
That's a sight that's inevitable
It brings me pain to be the one
To have to tell it to you a single teat
Soul shattering and breaking in two
If Life's a bitch then I will have
To claim that Death is a fool
Pam param ram pam param pam
Pam pararara pam pam parararara
Pam param pam pam param pam pam pam paaam
This is someone I never wanted to be
Mr downer Buzzkill, people frowning on me
Decide to be a fun dude, yo
This round is on me
Let's pound a couple of beers and
Be as loud as can be, but
Four beers, a bottle of wine later
The initial pain grows
The sorrow becomes greater fear settling in
I'll be calling in my neighbor
I'm falling, I'm racing, I'm hardly alive
Later rest in peace, motherfucker
The paranoia's got the best of me
A lesson for me, how crippling stress can be
I definitely should really start
Adressing my needs
You're failing to see that no
One's as compelling as me
I'm yelling at fellas I'm careless
Got a hell of a break
My destiny - be wealthier than elegant sheiks
So fuck failing
I'm rebelling until the end of the week
(Yeap) friday, I'm a god
Good lord, I walk by and people applaud
Like Jay-Z said, man, "it's just my thoughts"
And you're preaching to the wrong choir
Fuck your gods fuck your gods
Fuck your couch, dogs, cats, kids
Fuck your spouse fuck family pictures
And your wonderful house
Man, unnecessary rants is just what I'm about
Pam param ram pam param pam
Pam pararara pam pam parararara
Pam param pam pam param pam pam pam paaam
That's me m night, I'm unveiling a twist
Pseudo-psychological rap
thought I'm better than this
I guess I lied to the beat
Like I was marrying it
This is my very own burden
I'll be carrying it
While my goddamn reflection has
Me staring at it
I see my own eyes dead like a marionette
Saying the world's fucked up -
The red herring of it
Is that I'm scared to start living
Though I'm merely a brick in the wall
I feel my failure will tear it to bit's
Inhale confidence, dwell in the risk
Mr lucipher, I will see you in hell a bit
Am I talking to the devil? No
I should be knock-knock-knocking on
The Heaven's door
Asking for luck for my loved ones
One never knows a dear friend, wooden box
Dressed in elegant clothes
That's a sight that's inevitable
It brings me pain to be the one
To have to tell it to you a single teat
Soul shattering and breaking in two
If Life's a bitch then I will have
To claim that Death is a fool
Pam param ram pam param pam
Pam pararara pam pam parararara
Pam param pam pam param pam pam pam paaam
This is someone I never wanted to be
Mr downer Buzzkill, people frowning on me
Decide to be a fun dude, yo
This round is on me
Let's pound a couple of beers and
Be as loud as can be, but
Four beers, a bottle of wine later
The initial pain grows
The sorrow becomes greater fear settling in
I'll be calling in my neighbor
I'm falling, I'm racing, I'm hardly alive
Later rest in peace, motherfucker
The paranoia's got the best of me
A lesson for me, how crippling stress can be
I definitely should really start
Adressing my needs
You're failing to see that no
One's as compelling as me
I'm yelling at fellas I'm careless
Got a hell of a break
My destiny - be wealthier than elegant sheiks
So fuck failing
I'm rebelling until the end of the week
(Yeap) friday, I'm a god
Good lord, I walk by and people applaud
Like Jay-Z said, man, "it's just my thoughts"
And you're preaching to the wrong choir
Fuck your gods fuck your gods
Fuck your couch, dogs, cats, kids
Fuck your spouse fuck family pictures
And your wonderful house
Man, unnecessary rants is just what I'm about
Pam param ram pam param pam
Pam pararara pam pam parararara
Pam param pam pam param pam pam pam paaam