Testo Due Time - Deca
Testo della canzone Due Time (Deca), tratta dall'album The Veil
With Archangels looking down on me from watch towers
I cooked up the processed blood of a poppy flower
An ungodly hour in the garden
Dreaming dreams penalized for a sin of pride against the king of kings
Sequencing drums some strange evening
In the presence of an elohim with one bat and one eagle's wing
Spring was in the air, all the leaves were green
I was sky high seeing things, banging on a beat machine
Profane, Cocaine, dope in the veins
Silver spoons, Propane flames, emotional games
Fame, dames, air planes, Trains, automobiles
Blood stained currency
And countless bottles of pills
Hit the alleyway
Grilled everything in sight
Hit the bar be polite
Ask her what she sees
When she dreams at night
Me I see beams of light
And symbols in the sky
Petty pusher peddling product for
M-O-N-E-why?
That's the big question
The rhythm sections like a second home
For prodigal poets who use their heart as natural metronomes
And set the tone with one tongue flick
My succubus is love sick
Trying to drag me down, I'm trying to uplift
The days pass, passed away
Slip into the past passae
Rappers want em back
Things are different that
Same cat slipping
Cooking dope in hell's kitchen
Stacked enough cash to
Cross state lines and choose a different path
(hmmm...)
It's like that, no it's like this it's like
This time around I'm a get it right
Quit rapping, get a job
Get a life
Quit the job, keep rapping
Shoot smack and hit the pipe
It's like that, not it's like this it's like
I'm trying to see the world in a different light
Cool calm
It's all copacetic
If the stars start falling
From heaven, I won't sweat it
(uh huh)
The lie
Bragging dosio disguise
See I wear a mask like you
Don't be so surprised
All I know is the whole wide world's polarized
And we go from lows to highs
On a roller coaster ride
When I backslide
I do it in style
And live via cliche
Like the future is now
Life in excess
Death in moderation
Non complacent
Engaged in a conversation
With laymans
While time is wasting away
You've got too much to prove
Me too
When they sleep on the kid
I get salty as seafood
But
These industry dudes is see through
I refuse to buy into the fantasy too
Sipping cheap booze
My head's spinning like a dervish dancer
Dreaming dreams
Some strange evening in the presence of an elohim
Bad joke, flat broke
High class
Living in a shack with large rats
And feed on small dogs for light snacks
(FUCK)
It's like that, no it's like this it's like
This time around I'm a get it right
Quit rapping, get a job
Get a life
Quit the job, keep rapping
Shoot smack and hit the pipe
It's like that, not it's like this it's like
I'm trying to see the world in a different light
Cool calm
It's all copacetic
If the stars start falling
From heaven, I won't sweat it
(uh huh)
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Writer(s): Unknown Unknown, Orion Eastmond
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