Shahmen - Matador lyrics
[Shahmen - Matador lyrics]
You see my eyes, dog? The black labrador
Guide you through the labyrinth
Of peace and war
From Izmir back to Californ'
Where the devil's just a matador
Made his fortune off of blood
Sports of every form
Tango dancing with the stolen horns
So never teach a pilgrim how to reap corn
But I'm reborn each mourn
From out the trauma of the past
Yes I reached forth till the blood of
All my demons finally streaks the floor
I say I'd rather be a bull than a matador
Rather be a bull than a matador
If the matador doesn't get gored
Once in a bull fight
I've been rooting for the ox
For my whole life
If the matador doesn't get gored
Once in a bull fight
I've been rooting for the ox
For my whole life
Sugar skulls of bulls lull
The fools in trance
A holy day where the dead
Hold hands and slow dance
Roses in their teeth for
The reaper they romance
Middle finger eagle, I rock it on both hands
The Shahmen who's at home from
Venice beach out to Rome
Mania in my bones, made Bran Castle my home
Take everything I own and sell
It all to my hoes
Bamboozle my foes and share it
All with my bros
Blood sucked I spit it all in my poems
Lock up and suddenly blow up
When I first wrote Mark swear
Nobody gave a fuck, sat dust
Blood, sweat and tears I've
Gushed over the years
Where insomnia would last for months
The reason marijuana, marathons' my love
But it's a must that I
Never let the dust corrupt
Blew the dust off the the
Sawed off my lies become
So from dust to dust, it's in us we trust
I wonder what's the crux of
All of my come ups
Hard work and passion, maybe some dumb luck
And finding life lessons in all
Of my fuck ups
If the matador doesn't get gored
Once in a bull fight
I've been rooting for the ox
For my whole life
If the matador doesn't get gored
Once in a bull fight
I've been rooting for the ox
For my whole life
Guide you through the labyrinth
Of peace and war
From Izmir back to Californ'
Where the devil's just a matador
Made his fortune off of blood
Sports of every form
Tango dancing with the stolen horns
So never teach a pilgrim how to reap corn
But I'm reborn each mourn
From out the trauma of the past
Yes I reached forth till the blood of
All my demons finally streaks the floor
I say I'd rather be a bull than a matador
Rather be a bull than a matador
If the matador doesn't get gored
Once in a bull fight
I've been rooting for the ox
For my whole life
If the matador doesn't get gored
Once in a bull fight
I've been rooting for the ox
For my whole life
Sugar skulls of bulls lull
The fools in trance
A holy day where the dead
Hold hands and slow dance
Roses in their teeth for
The reaper they romance
Middle finger eagle, I rock it on both hands
The Shahmen who's at home from
Venice beach out to Rome
Mania in my bones, made Bran Castle my home
Take everything I own and sell
It all to my hoes
Bamboozle my foes and share it
All with my bros
Blood sucked I spit it all in my poems
Lock up and suddenly blow up
When I first wrote Mark swear
Nobody gave a fuck, sat dust
Blood, sweat and tears I've
Gushed over the years
Where insomnia would last for months
The reason marijuana, marathons' my love
But it's a must that I
Never let the dust corrupt
Blew the dust off the the
Sawed off my lies become
So from dust to dust, it's in us we trust
I wonder what's the crux of
All of my come ups
Hard work and passion, maybe some dumb luck
And finding life lessons in all
Of my fuck ups
If the matador doesn't get gored
Once in a bull fight
I've been rooting for the ox
For my whole life
If the matador doesn't get gored
Once in a bull fight
I've been rooting for the ox
For my whole life