Song | Last Good Sleep |
Artist | Company Flow |
Album | Funcrusher Plus |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bigg Jus, El Producto | |
At night i cover my ears in tears | |
The man downstairs must have drank too many beers | |
But one day you'll pay | |
Doomed to this kid that you fueled with anger actions | |
Disgust mostly sick most, never have satisfaction | |
Till your bones melt high incident clips and crumple zones | |
Hold a fix on you eternal, intruder interrupting my zone | |
Dwell the matter i must follow, why you proposed only the lonely know | |
Swallowed my mother when she was hollow | |
Who can blame a woman like her, singular parent | |
One love already dissolved and the solution left polluted | |
Two kids with a father who broke out as resoluted | |
So **** it she needed love and you provided false clout | |
Stomping on the bottom man and i wish she just walked out | |
Knew you was jacked as a stepfather, bit my tongue on the issue | |
Next to stormy weather and forced tolerance but secretly vexed | |
Wish i would have spoke on it but why deny the bliss | |
Mom's with a new husband casting needles puncture pressure | |
Briefly lifted the guilt from a divorce snuffing her pleasure | |
Now you're all up in the family tree, come broken nuclear | |
With termites corroded in your veins and elected to drown the pain | |
But the pain couldn't quite die with a thrown back whiskey sour | |
Puritan, crushing moms between rocks for at least an hour | |
Until the day i die x2 | |
That's why | |
At night i cover my ears in tears | |
The man downstairs must have had too many beers | |
Now every night of my life he beats his wife | |
[until the day i die] | |
Until the day i die | |
Timepiece must've read early morning at least | |
So i lay death's cousin, woken by the sonics of the beast | |
That somewhere deep beneath me a fracture had seized at my neck | |
Breath was it, a flag that marked the end of my peace | |
Conference of the birds i heard my mother dove cry | |
Not absurd just routined i'd learned | |
Just keep my ****ing grill locked and hope the entropy stops me process | |
Stepfather's got to fight verbally when his liver's soaked | |
And products come in bottles stuck with drunken last nerve up too close | |
But i couldn't sense the distinction from the other nights' livest wires | |
Ceremony's sparked again a dry one in comparison to this one | |
Handing crutches to my psyche, i was tripping | |
Huddled up clutching sis i think i heard a dress ripping | |
I should've reacted to that | |
But i didn't know the extent, please | |
You could've caught him in time | |
Yeah, that thought's occurred to me constantly | |
Now i've been digging my head and i don't know what he wants from me | |
Until one of us is dead i suppose | |
That's why | |
At night i cover my ears in tears | |
The man downstairs must have had too many beers | |
Now every night of my life he beats his wife | |
[until the day i die] | |
Until the day i die x2 | |
Much more than abrupt i heard the silence erupt | |
But it was just a touch of tough love that i heard from above | |
The calm and the climate confused me | |
The dawn was a floozy | |
Barely risen but still beckoning to me | |
The song of the night's events amused me, morbidly | |
In a petrified state i wait, to deadwood on duty | |
Just tempers flared i figured woozily | |
When all is dead and done a pair is just as ****ing happy as they choose to be | |
Now off to where the wild things dwell for shuteye | |
The prospect bored me, awokened by the stepsounds coming towards me | |
A quick glance at my mom's darkened silhouette in the hallway assured me | |
So i sunk with the hope that hibernation would cure me | |
And slept my last sleep while i counted clone sheep | |
And dreamt about nothing for the last time ever | |
The ignorance was blissful just a recollection | |
Of the gift of innocent times from a merciful deception | |
Woke to hazy landscapes to find my world defied the laws my mind mandates | |
Patching jugulars with band-aids | |
The turn on you laid well above my bed | |
Were here and only barely through the shock of what her broken face told me | |
You should have known what happened | |
I was young and oblivous | |
He almost killed your mom | |
If i knew i could have done something | |
You'll never see him again | |
Yeah but i see him every night | |
And cover my ears in tears as he beats his ****ing wife | |
At night i cover my ears in tears | |
The man downstairs must have had too many beers | |
Now every night of my life he beats his wife | |
[until the day i die] | |
Scott bivins | |
Until the day i die x12 |
zuo ci : Bigg Jus, El Producto | |
At night i cover my ears in tears | |
The man downstairs must have drank too many beers | |
But one day you' ll pay | |
Doomed to this kid that you fueled with anger actions | |
Disgust mostly sick most, never have satisfaction | |
Till your bones melt high incident clips and crumple zones | |
Hold a fix on you eternal, intruder interrupting my zone | |
Dwell the matter i must follow, why you proposed only the lonely know | |
Swallowed my mother when she was hollow | |
Who can blame a woman like her, singular parent | |
One love already dissolved and the solution left polluted | |
Two kids with a father who broke out as resoluted | |
So it she needed love and you provided false clout | |
Stomping on the bottom man and i wish she just walked out | |
Knew you was jacked as a stepfather, bit my tongue on the issue | |
Next to stormy weather and forced tolerance but secretly vexed | |
Wish i would have spoke on it but why deny the bliss | |
Mom' s with a new husband casting needles puncture pressure | |
Briefly lifted the guilt from a divorce snuffing her pleasure | |
Now you' re all up in the family tree, come broken nuclear | |
With termites corroded in your veins and elected to drown the pain | |
But the pain couldn' t quite die with a thrown back whiskey sour | |
Puritan, crushing moms between rocks for at least an hour | |
Until the day i die x2 | |
That' s why | |
At night i cover my ears in tears | |
The man downstairs must have had too many beers | |
Now every night of my life he beats his wife | |
until the day i die | |
Until the day i die | |
Timepiece must' ve read early morning at least | |
So i lay death' s cousin, woken by the sonics of the beast | |
That somewhere deep beneath me a fracture had seized at my neck | |
Breath was it, a flag that marked the end of my peace | |
Conference of the birds i heard my mother dove cry | |
Not absurd just routined i' d learned | |
Just keep my ing grill locked and hope the entropy stops me process | |
Stepfather' s got to fight verbally when his liver' s soaked | |
And products come in bottles stuck with drunken last nerve up too close | |
But i couldn' t sense the distinction from the other nights' livest wires | |
Ceremony' s sparked again a dry one in comparison to this one | |
Handing crutches to my psyche, i was tripping | |
Huddled up clutching sis i think i heard a dress ripping | |
I should' ve reacted to that | |
But i didn' t know the extent, please | |
You could' ve caught him in time | |
Yeah, that thought' s occurred to me constantly | |
Now i' ve been digging my head and i don' t know what he wants from me | |
Until one of us is dead i suppose | |
That' s why | |
At night i cover my ears in tears | |
The man downstairs must have had too many beers | |
Now every night of my life he beats his wife | |
until the day i die | |
Until the day i die x2 | |
Much more than abrupt i heard the silence erupt | |
But it was just a touch of tough love that i heard from above | |
The calm and the climate confused me | |
The dawn was a floozy | |
Barely risen but still beckoning to me | |
The song of the night' s events amused me, morbidly | |
In a petrified state i wait, to deadwood on duty | |
Just tempers flared i figured woozily | |
When all is dead and done a pair is just as ing happy as they choose to be | |
Now off to where the wild things dwell for shuteye | |
The prospect bored me, awokened by the stepsounds coming towards me | |
A quick glance at my mom' s darkened silhouette in the hallway assured me | |
So i sunk with the hope that hibernation would cure me | |
And slept my last sleep while i counted clone sheep | |
And dreamt about nothing for the last time ever | |
The ignorance was blissful just a recollection | |
Of the gift of innocent times from a merciful deception | |
Woke to hazy landscapes to find my world defied the laws my mind mandates | |
Patching jugulars with bandaids | |
The turn on you laid well above my bed | |
Were here and only barely through the shock of what her broken face told me | |
You should have known what happened | |
I was young and oblivous | |
He almost killed your mom | |
If i knew i could have done something | |
You' ll never see him again | |
Yeah but i see him every night | |
And cover my ears in tears as he beats his ing wife | |
At night i cover my ears in tears | |
The man downstairs must have had too many beers | |
Now every night of my life he beats his wife | |
until the day i die | |
Scott bivins | |
Until the day i die x12 |
zuò cí : Bigg Jus, El Producto | |
At night i cover my ears in tears | |
The man downstairs must have drank too many beers | |
But one day you' ll pay | |
Doomed to this kid that you fueled with anger actions | |
Disgust mostly sick most, never have satisfaction | |
Till your bones melt high incident clips and crumple zones | |
Hold a fix on you eternal, intruder interrupting my zone | |
Dwell the matter i must follow, why you proposed only the lonely know | |
Swallowed my mother when she was hollow | |
Who can blame a woman like her, singular parent | |
One love already dissolved and the solution left polluted | |
Two kids with a father who broke out as resoluted | |
So it she needed love and you provided false clout | |
Stomping on the bottom man and i wish she just walked out | |
Knew you was jacked as a stepfather, bit my tongue on the issue | |
Next to stormy weather and forced tolerance but secretly vexed | |
Wish i would have spoke on it but why deny the bliss | |
Mom' s with a new husband casting needles puncture pressure | |
Briefly lifted the guilt from a divorce snuffing her pleasure | |
Now you' re all up in the family tree, come broken nuclear | |
With termites corroded in your veins and elected to drown the pain | |
But the pain couldn' t quite die with a thrown back whiskey sour | |
Puritan, crushing moms between rocks for at least an hour | |
Until the day i die x2 | |
That' s why | |
At night i cover my ears in tears | |
The man downstairs must have had too many beers | |
Now every night of my life he beats his wife | |
until the day i die | |
Until the day i die | |
Timepiece must' ve read early morning at least | |
So i lay death' s cousin, woken by the sonics of the beast | |
That somewhere deep beneath me a fracture had seized at my neck | |
Breath was it, a flag that marked the end of my peace | |
Conference of the birds i heard my mother dove cry | |
Not absurd just routined i' d learned | |
Just keep my ing grill locked and hope the entropy stops me process | |
Stepfather' s got to fight verbally when his liver' s soaked | |
And products come in bottles stuck with drunken last nerve up too close | |
But i couldn' t sense the distinction from the other nights' livest wires | |
Ceremony' s sparked again a dry one in comparison to this one | |
Handing crutches to my psyche, i was tripping | |
Huddled up clutching sis i think i heard a dress ripping | |
I should' ve reacted to that | |
But i didn' t know the extent, please | |
You could' ve caught him in time | |
Yeah, that thought' s occurred to me constantly | |
Now i' ve been digging my head and i don' t know what he wants from me | |
Until one of us is dead i suppose | |
That' s why | |
At night i cover my ears in tears | |
The man downstairs must have had too many beers | |
Now every night of my life he beats his wife | |
until the day i die | |
Until the day i die x2 | |
Much more than abrupt i heard the silence erupt | |
But it was just a touch of tough love that i heard from above | |
The calm and the climate confused me | |
The dawn was a floozy | |
Barely risen but still beckoning to me | |
The song of the night' s events amused me, morbidly | |
In a petrified state i wait, to deadwood on duty | |
Just tempers flared i figured woozily | |
When all is dead and done a pair is just as ing happy as they choose to be | |
Now off to where the wild things dwell for shuteye | |
The prospect bored me, awokened by the stepsounds coming towards me | |
A quick glance at my mom' s darkened silhouette in the hallway assured me | |
So i sunk with the hope that hibernation would cure me | |
And slept my last sleep while i counted clone sheep | |
And dreamt about nothing for the last time ever | |
The ignorance was blissful just a recollection | |
Of the gift of innocent times from a merciful deception | |
Woke to hazy landscapes to find my world defied the laws my mind mandates | |
Patching jugulars with bandaids | |
The turn on you laid well above my bed | |
Were here and only barely through the shock of what her broken face told me | |
You should have known what happened | |
I was young and oblivous | |
He almost killed your mom | |
If i knew i could have done something | |
You' ll never see him again | |
Yeah but i see him every night | |
And cover my ears in tears as he beats his ing wife | |
At night i cover my ears in tears | |
The man downstairs must have had too many beers | |
Now every night of my life he beats his wife | |
until the day i die | |
Scott bivins | |
Until the day i die x12 |