Constant consumption Lyrics
| Song | Constant consumption |
| Artist | Promoe |
| Album | The Long Distance Runner |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I wandered along was pondering on | |
| The following day and the followring song | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Meanwhile on the other side of town | |
| On the mean streets some kids ride around | |
| I got home, some ideas jotted down | |
| Turned out the lights, went to sleep not a sound | |
| While they blowin in the wind living but no rules | |
| But the street's, yo they living but no roots | |
| None of us is over given the whole truth | |
| Most of us is just driven on cold fuels | |
| Super leaded and super deaded who- where over | |
| For loot and credit we're shootin' steady | |
| We're heated up in the heat of the moment | |
| Speeded up just to beat his opponent | |
| Grim reaper’s in gym sneakers whith pimp features | |
| But we all got the same teachers | |
| North, south, west or eastside | |
| Meanwhile I dream I kick a freestyle going... | |
| Chorus | |
| Tick tock you don't stop | |
| We got pick pockets corrupt cops | |
| We got petty thieves in baggy jeans | |
| Baggars and bootleggers and angry teens | |
| Politic tick tock you don't stop | |
| We got shots smugglin' crack rock | |
| Conjunction junction what's your function | |
| Constant Consumtion that's your function | |
| Let me tell the world how i wish | |
| There could be something, anyting | |
| In this world for me... | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Flippin' motorolas, sippin' Coca-colas | |
| In a sunny resort with chickens on they shoulders | |
| Meanwhile on the rich side of town | |
| Kids got sweet dreams of street dreams | |
| Thanks to gangsta fairytales they smoke dank and marinate | |
| To music that their parents hate, but they can't relate | |
| To anything that their parent say | |
| It's all hypocrisy and lies, they react with hate | |
| Blowin' in the wind livin' by no rules | |
| Their parents are tired ain't giving 'em no roots | |
| No guidance, they ain't tellin the whole truth | |
| Kids captivated by the mike check 1,2 | |
| Chorus | |
| Let me tell the world how i wish | |
| There could be somewhere, anywhere | |
| In this world for me... | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Meanwhile, back on my side of town | |
| I wake up tryin to spot what I jotted down | |
| Radio playin' loud with the rugged sound | |
| Interrupted by the news of a kid, and other kids that shot him down | |
| 26 years old just like me | |
| Aspirations and hopes just like me | |
| He was playin' a role just like me | |
| Now his story got told just slightly | |
| Now he's packaged and sold just like me | |
| Well god rest his soul cus this might be | |
| Cynical but he fitted in a rhyme pattern | |
| In a time where rhymes matter more that a life shattered | |
| Meanwhile, on the other side of the world | |
| Same sun, moon and stars same things occur | |
| Some things better and some things worse | |
| Same people struggle, same visions are blurred | |
| By state supervision or state super prisoner | |
| Private owned, let's break through for shizzle cus | |
| Meanwhile in the penal | |
| Kids locked down for life, thay ain's kickin' freestyles going.. | |
| Chorus |
| I wandered along was pondering on | |
| The following day and the followring song | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Meanwhile on the other side of town | |
| On the mean streets some kids ride around | |
| I got home, some ideas jotted down | |
| Turned out the lights, went to sleep not a sound | |
| While they blowin in the wind living but no rules | |
| But the street' s, yo they living but no roots | |
| None of us is over given the whole truth | |
| Most of us is just driven on cold fuels | |
| Super leaded and super deaded who where over | |
| For loot and credit we' re shootin' steady | |
| We' re heated up in the heat of the moment | |
| Speeded up just to beat his opponent | |
| Grim reaper' s in gym sneakers whith pimp features | |
| But we all got the same teachers | |
| North, south, west or eastside | |
| Meanwhile I dream I kick a freestyle going... | |
| Chorus | |
| Tick tock you don' t stop | |
| We got pick pockets corrupt cops | |
| We got petty thieves in baggy jeans | |
| Baggars and bootleggers and angry teens | |
| Politic tick tock you don' t stop | |
| We got shots smugglin' crack rock | |
| Conjunction junction what' s your function | |
| Constant Consumtion that' s your function | |
| Let me tell the world how i wish | |
| There could be something, anyting | |
| In this world for me... | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Flippin' motorolas, sippin' Cocacolas | |
| In a sunny resort with chickens on they shoulders | |
| Meanwhile on the rich side of town | |
| Kids got sweet dreams of street dreams | |
| Thanks to gangsta fairytales they smoke dank and marinate | |
| To music that their parents hate, but they can' t relate | |
| To anything that their parent say | |
| It' s all hypocrisy and lies, they react with hate | |
| Blowin' in the wind livin' by no rules | |
| Their parents are tired ain' t giving ' em no roots | |
| No guidance, they ain' t tellin the whole truth | |
| Kids captivated by the mike check 1, 2 | |
| Chorus | |
| Let me tell the world how i wish | |
| There could be somewhere, anywhere | |
| In this world for me... | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Meanwhile, back on my side of town | |
| I wake up tryin to spot what I jotted down | |
| Radio playin' loud with the rugged sound | |
| Interrupted by the news of a kid, and other kids that shot him down | |
| 26 years old just like me | |
| Aspirations and hopes just like me | |
| He was playin' a role just like me | |
| Now his story got told just slightly | |
| Now he' s packaged and sold just like me | |
| Well god rest his soul cus this might be | |
| Cynical but he fitted in a rhyme pattern | |
| In a time where rhymes matter more that a life shattered | |
| Meanwhile, on the other side of the world | |
| Same sun, moon and stars same things occur | |
| Some things better and some things worse | |
| Same people struggle, same visions are blurred | |
| By state supervision or state super prisoner | |
| Private owned, let' s break through for shizzle cus | |
| Meanwhile in the penal | |
| Kids locked down for life, thay ain' s kickin' freestyles going.. | |
| Chorus |
| I wandered along was pondering on | |
| The following day and the followring song | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Meanwhile on the other side of town | |
| On the mean streets some kids ride around | |
| I got home, some ideas jotted down | |
| Turned out the lights, went to sleep not a sound | |
| While they blowin in the wind living but no rules | |
| But the street' s, yo they living but no roots | |
| None of us is over given the whole truth | |
| Most of us is just driven on cold fuels | |
| Super leaded and super deaded who where over | |
| For loot and credit we' re shootin' steady | |
| We' re heated up in the heat of the moment | |
| Speeded up just to beat his opponent | |
| Grim reaper' s in gym sneakers whith pimp features | |
| But we all got the same teachers | |
| North, south, west or eastside | |
| Meanwhile I dream I kick a freestyle going... | |
| Chorus | |
| Tick tock you don' t stop | |
| We got pick pockets corrupt cops | |
| We got petty thieves in baggy jeans | |
| Baggars and bootleggers and angry teens | |
| Politic tick tock you don' t stop | |
| We got shots smugglin' crack rock | |
| Conjunction junction what' s your function | |
| Constant Consumtion that' s your function | |
| Let me tell the world how i wish | |
| There could be something, anyting | |
| In this world for me... | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Flippin' motorolas, sippin' Cocacolas | |
| In a sunny resort with chickens on they shoulders | |
| Meanwhile on the rich side of town | |
| Kids got sweet dreams of street dreams | |
| Thanks to gangsta fairytales they smoke dank and marinate | |
| To music that their parents hate, but they can' t relate | |
| To anything that their parent say | |
| It' s all hypocrisy and lies, they react with hate | |
| Blowin' in the wind livin' by no rules | |
| Their parents are tired ain' t giving ' em no roots | |
| No guidance, they ain' t tellin the whole truth | |
| Kids captivated by the mike check 1, 2 | |
| Chorus | |
| Let me tell the world how i wish | |
| There could be somewhere, anywhere | |
| In this world for me... | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Meanwhile, back on my side of town | |
| I wake up tryin to spot what I jotted down | |
| Radio playin' loud with the rugged sound | |
| Interrupted by the news of a kid, and other kids that shot him down | |
| 26 years old just like me | |
| Aspirations and hopes just like me | |
| He was playin' a role just like me | |
| Now his story got told just slightly | |
| Now he' s packaged and sold just like me | |
| Well god rest his soul cus this might be | |
| Cynical but he fitted in a rhyme pattern | |
| In a time where rhymes matter more that a life shattered | |
| Meanwhile, on the other side of the world | |
| Same sun, moon and stars same things occur | |
| Some things better and some things worse | |
| Same people struggle, same visions are blurred | |
| By state supervision or state super prisoner | |
| Private owned, let' s break through for shizzle cus | |
| Meanwhile in the penal | |
| Kids locked down for life, thay ain' s kickin' freestyles going.. | |
| Chorus |
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