Song | Calm down |
Artist | Promoe |
Album | The Long Distance Runner |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[Calm Down! Down! | |
Calm Down! Thats what I, wanna do] | |
[You gots ta chill] | |
Was the last words he heard | |
Headin' out the door on December 31st | |
7 am, cause big worms for early birds | |
Didn’t wake his wife, didn’t wanna worry her | |
While she sound asleep in IKEA furniture | |
Law wire fences protectin her from burglars | |
Besides, this business is personal | |
He done dirt for so long, he can't get no dirtier | |
[Calm Down!] | |
Is he still dreamin? | |
Or is somebody singing, will he still leavin? | |
Cause nobody is around so his ears must deceive him | |
Open the garage and, jump in the BM | |
Cuttin and speedin | |
Drivin up the streets like swimming up a stream. | |
So hard to get through the cross town traffic | |
It's ill enough to scream | |
[Down!] | |
Know what I mean | |
[You gots ta chill] | |
Na, he's disregarding every warning | |
On a side of the road, livin way out of the margin | |
Flashin his headlights, | |
Not stoppin at red lights | |
A sharp left turn almost hit a kid’s bike | |
Breathe deep I don't need beep from the cops already | |
Can’t afford pullin up or gettin stopped, forget it | |
[Calm Down!] | |
With the car full of explosives | |
Survivin' the slightest impact what are the prognosis? | |
Not good so knock wood and spit over my shoulder | |
Don’t look bike tough I fell pity when its over | |
Life’s been hell ever since that letter in October | |
Saying I’m fired but it was getting even colder | |
When the doctor called sayin you ain’t gettin any older | |
You got numerous tumours in your stomach and your colon | |
I give you three months and it might be prolong | |
With the right treatment and a reason to hold on | |
Off the records, probably job related | |
But don’t waste time pressin charges, cause my bill who paid it? | |
The company of course | |
I’m here to the keep the work force | |
Not well but affected and | |
Well you've been selected | |
By natural selection | |
If it's less than you expected, | |
Sorry, official reason of recession | |
You gots to go another way of I expressing | |
Our gratitude, take these two when your depressed and | |
[Calm Down | |
That’s what i wanna do, now. | |
Calm Down, That’s what I, wanna do | |
Down. Down. Aaaaah] | |
[You gots ta chill] | |
Fuck that I gots kill | |
My boss and my doctor with his doctor bills | |
Tellin me to pap some pills with three months left | |
They never saw me in life but they'll see my death | |
As he made another left | |
He saw that big billboard that he helped design | |
It made him wanna kill more | |
Next, he saw them big-ass letters | |
IKEA, king of the business centre | |
He ran his car to the entrance of that blue and yellow building | |
That still will be his death when the blewing finally killed him | |
And then on the twelve o'clock news | |
It was the war on terror and all hell broke loose | |
He was a suicide bomber killin himself and two more persons | |
A guard a cleaner, injuring some clerks and the boss gave a speech | |
To his people were he urged them | |
Best thing we can to is just go back to work and | |
CALM, DOWN | |
[That’s what I want, wanna do, down | |
Calm Down, that's what I, wanna do] | |
Yes, brought to you with the official, stamp of approval and quality from the waxcabinet. | |
DJ EmBee. Promoe, LoopTroop rockers DVSG's. | |
Tellin y'all to Calm Down, before it's to late, and you really calm down |
Calm Down! Down! | |
Calm Down! Thats what I, wanna do | |
You gots ta chill | |
Was the last words he heard | |
Headin' out the door on December 31st | |
7 am, cause big worms for early birds | |
Didn' t wake his wife, didn' t wanna worry her | |
While she sound asleep in IKEA furniture | |
Law wire fences protectin her from burglars | |
Besides, this business is personal | |
He done dirt for so long, he can' t get no dirtier | |
Calm Down! | |
Is he still dreamin? | |
Or is somebody singing, will he still leavin? | |
Cause nobody is around so his ears must deceive him | |
Open the garage and, jump in the BM | |
Cuttin and speedin | |
Drivin up the streets like swimming up a stream. | |
So hard to get through the cross town traffic | |
It' s ill enough to scream | |
Down! | |
Know what I mean | |
You gots ta chill | |
Na, he' s disregarding every warning | |
On a side of the road, livin way out of the margin | |
Flashin his headlights, | |
Not stoppin at red lights | |
A sharp left turn almost hit a kid' s bike | |
Breathe deep I don' t need beep from the cops already | |
Can' t afford pullin up or gettin stopped, forget it | |
Calm Down! | |
With the car full of explosives | |
Survivin' the slightest impact what are the prognosis? | |
Not good so knock wood and spit over my shoulder | |
Don' t look bike tough I fell pity when its over | |
Life' s been hell ever since that letter in October | |
Saying I' m fired but it was getting even colder | |
When the doctor called sayin you ain' t gettin any older | |
You got numerous tumours in your stomach and your colon | |
I give you three months and it might be prolong | |
With the right treatment and a reason to hold on | |
Off the records, probably job related | |
But don' t waste time pressin charges, cause my bill who paid it? | |
The company of course | |
I' m here to the keep the work force | |
Not well but affected and | |
Well you' ve been selected | |
By natural selection | |
If it' s less than you expected, | |
Sorry, official reason of recession | |
You gots to go another way of I expressing | |
Our gratitude, take these two when your depressed and | |
Calm Down | |
That' s what i wanna do, now. | |
Calm Down, That' s what I, wanna do | |
Down. Down. Aaaaah | |
You gots ta chill | |
Fuck that I gots kill | |
My boss and my doctor with his doctor bills | |
Tellin me to pap some pills with three months left | |
They never saw me in life but they' ll see my death | |
As he made another left | |
He saw that big billboard that he helped design | |
It made him wanna kill more | |
Next, he saw them bigass letters | |
IKEA, king of the business centre | |
He ran his car to the entrance of that blue and yellow building | |
That still will be his death when the blewing finally killed him | |
And then on the twelve o' clock news | |
It was the war on terror and all hell broke loose | |
He was a suicide bomber killin himself and two more persons | |
A guard a cleaner, injuring some clerks and the boss gave a speech | |
To his people were he urged them | |
Best thing we can to is just go back to work and | |
CALM, DOWN | |
That' s what I want, wanna do, down | |
Calm Down, that' s what I, wanna do | |
Yes, brought to you with the official, stamp of approval and quality from the waxcabinet. | |
DJ EmBee. Promoe, LoopTroop rockers DVSG' s. | |
Tellin y' all to Calm Down, before it' s to late, and you really calm down |
Calm Down! Down! | |
Calm Down! Thats what I, wanna do | |
You gots ta chill | |
Was the last words he heard | |
Headin' out the door on December 31st | |
7 am, cause big worms for early birds | |
Didn' t wake his wife, didn' t wanna worry her | |
While she sound asleep in IKEA furniture | |
Law wire fences protectin her from burglars | |
Besides, this business is personal | |
He done dirt for so long, he can' t get no dirtier | |
Calm Down! | |
Is he still dreamin? | |
Or is somebody singing, will he still leavin? | |
Cause nobody is around so his ears must deceive him | |
Open the garage and, jump in the BM | |
Cuttin and speedin | |
Drivin up the streets like swimming up a stream. | |
So hard to get through the cross town traffic | |
It' s ill enough to scream | |
Down! | |
Know what I mean | |
You gots ta chill | |
Na, he' s disregarding every warning | |
On a side of the road, livin way out of the margin | |
Flashin his headlights, | |
Not stoppin at red lights | |
A sharp left turn almost hit a kid' s bike | |
Breathe deep I don' t need beep from the cops already | |
Can' t afford pullin up or gettin stopped, forget it | |
Calm Down! | |
With the car full of explosives | |
Survivin' the slightest impact what are the prognosis? | |
Not good so knock wood and spit over my shoulder | |
Don' t look bike tough I fell pity when its over | |
Life' s been hell ever since that letter in October | |
Saying I' m fired but it was getting even colder | |
When the doctor called sayin you ain' t gettin any older | |
You got numerous tumours in your stomach and your colon | |
I give you three months and it might be prolong | |
With the right treatment and a reason to hold on | |
Off the records, probably job related | |
But don' t waste time pressin charges, cause my bill who paid it? | |
The company of course | |
I' m here to the keep the work force | |
Not well but affected and | |
Well you' ve been selected | |
By natural selection | |
If it' s less than you expected, | |
Sorry, official reason of recession | |
You gots to go another way of I expressing | |
Our gratitude, take these two when your depressed and | |
Calm Down | |
That' s what i wanna do, now. | |
Calm Down, That' s what I, wanna do | |
Down. Down. Aaaaah | |
You gots ta chill | |
Fuck that I gots kill | |
My boss and my doctor with his doctor bills | |
Tellin me to pap some pills with three months left | |
They never saw me in life but they' ll see my death | |
As he made another left | |
He saw that big billboard that he helped design | |
It made him wanna kill more | |
Next, he saw them bigass letters | |
IKEA, king of the business centre | |
He ran his car to the entrance of that blue and yellow building | |
That still will be his death when the blewing finally killed him | |
And then on the twelve o' clock news | |
It was the war on terror and all hell broke loose | |
He was a suicide bomber killin himself and two more persons | |
A guard a cleaner, injuring some clerks and the boss gave a speech | |
To his people were he urged them | |
Best thing we can to is just go back to work and | |
CALM, DOWN | |
That' s what I want, wanna do, down | |
Calm Down, that' s what I, wanna do | |
Yes, brought to you with the official, stamp of approval and quality from the waxcabinet. | |
DJ EmBee. Promoe, LoopTroop rockers DVSG' s. | |
Tellin y' all to Calm Down, before it' s to late, and you really calm down |