Slaine, Amadeus The Stampede - It's Too Late lyrics
[Slaine, Amadeus The Stampede - It's Too Late lyrics]
Yeah I love you, bitch you like me too?
I'm like a burned out light bulb, a bad idea
Nightmare
It's a fucking black hearted spirit that's
Born from some white parents
If I don't like you, it's apparent
Apparently I fucking stare at you
Dead in the face, you try and stare at me
You motherfuckers aspire to be people
I don't care to be
I got the balls to be someone
You couldn't dare to be
The world is scared of me
My guns are humungous
I tongue-kiss a young bitch
All of my girls are fantasies
My balls and my word were all
I had on the curb
I envisioned the impossible dream until
I had it occur
Before OJ killed Nicole and was battering her
I was selling forty bags of coke
Holding a gat on the curb
Now I got you shook and shaking
Fucking mad at my words look at you, chump
Mistaking adjectives and verbs
Then turn them into slurs
This is the best you get outta me
Chris, Farley
And Bellucci probably would've been
Proud of me (Wouldn't they have?)
The sound we hear, it is our hearts
They are in time
They're marching clear and swift
The beat forever in our minds
It gives us hope, it gives
Us strength, you know, to carry on
Keep fighting 'til the end and past
The end you will be strong
They tell me "Am's, you gon' get shot
You gon' get dropped
Get popped or locked up
Knocked if you don't stop"
I say fuck 'em all, I refuse to be scared
I tuck my balls i touch the walls with my
Back fighting 'til I crumble
Balled into a fetal position
A chief on a mission
See opposition until I'm beefing in prison
Serving my time
Awaking with the murder in mind
Perverted with crimes
Hollow tips inserted in 9s
Save your face, doing dirt
Making a great escape
I will struggle 'til they over
Me singing Amazing Grace
This for snakes who hate, I kill the baker
Take the cake and break your face
When it comes to beef -
I will scrape the plate
I'm outnumbered, outgunned
Here the clouds come
Overcast the skies, I'm spent and 'bout done
But, I fight until my last breath that's left
When it comes to fighting
My strength can denounce death
The sound we hear, it is our hearts
They are in time
They're marching clear and swift
The beat forever in our minds
It gives us hope, it gives
Us strength, you know, to carry on
Keep fighting 'til the end and past
The end you will be strong
Strong and wise and you are love
And when the tide it comes
You will float above-bove
And you will be one day exactly what you are
Just keep your head held
High, kiss your fist, and touch the sky
I'm like a burned out light bulb, a bad idea
Nightmare
It's a fucking black hearted spirit that's
Born from some white parents
If I don't like you, it's apparent
Apparently I fucking stare at you
Dead in the face, you try and stare at me
You motherfuckers aspire to be people
I don't care to be
I got the balls to be someone
You couldn't dare to be
The world is scared of me
My guns are humungous
I tongue-kiss a young bitch
All of my girls are fantasies
My balls and my word were all
I had on the curb
I envisioned the impossible dream until
I had it occur
Before OJ killed Nicole and was battering her
I was selling forty bags of coke
Holding a gat on the curb
Now I got you shook and shaking
Fucking mad at my words look at you, chump
Mistaking adjectives and verbs
Then turn them into slurs
This is the best you get outta me
Chris, Farley
And Bellucci probably would've been
Proud of me (Wouldn't they have?)
The sound we hear, it is our hearts
They are in time
They're marching clear and swift
The beat forever in our minds
It gives us hope, it gives
Us strength, you know, to carry on
Keep fighting 'til the end and past
The end you will be strong
They tell me "Am's, you gon' get shot
You gon' get dropped
Get popped or locked up
Knocked if you don't stop"
I say fuck 'em all, I refuse to be scared
I tuck my balls i touch the walls with my
Back fighting 'til I crumble
Balled into a fetal position
A chief on a mission
See opposition until I'm beefing in prison
Serving my time
Awaking with the murder in mind
Perverted with crimes
Hollow tips inserted in 9s
Save your face, doing dirt
Making a great escape
I will struggle 'til they over
Me singing Amazing Grace
This for snakes who hate, I kill the baker
Take the cake and break your face
When it comes to beef -
I will scrape the plate
I'm outnumbered, outgunned
Here the clouds come
Overcast the skies, I'm spent and 'bout done
But, I fight until my last breath that's left
When it comes to fighting
My strength can denounce death
The sound we hear, it is our hearts
They are in time
They're marching clear and swift
The beat forever in our minds
It gives us hope, it gives
Us strength, you know, to carry on
Keep fighting 'til the end and past
The end you will be strong
Strong and wise and you are love
And when the tide it comes
You will float above-bove
And you will be one day exactly what you are
Just keep your head held
High, kiss your fist, and touch the sky