Song | Midday Show |
Artist | Grenouer |
Album | Blood On the Face |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Take a moment of reflection | |
Take a moment for yourself | |
Wake up | |
Wake up to sunlight | |
Welcome to the real world | |
[Chorus:] | |
Midday show | |
Years of life lost | |
Void inside your soul | |
You have turned it off | |
Dirty words and filthy phrases | |
Broken promises of wealth | |
Sadness | |
Sadness and madness | |
In the garden of delights | |
[Chorus:] | |
You’ve missed the midday show | |
Years of life lost | |
Void inside your soul | |
You have turned it off | |
Latest stories | |
Dreams and hopes | |
Screams and nightmares | |
You’ve turned them off | |
Wakin’ up in the mornin’ gotta thank God | |
Cuz my Televisor channel shows a hot bod | |
Hot chicks and Glamur talkin’ "Dom 2" | |
Bullshit like the remnants of a cattle prod | |
I know it’s bad I know I shouldn’t sit and watch | |
But I’m soakin’ in a tidal wave of Fendi and Versace | |
Livin’ on the boulevard of Slomanyie Mechty | |
There’s so many missed dreams, smother them in tit'ki | |
Treat her right, get a sitter for the night | |
Gulyat’ like it’s the last night of your life | |
Or get out on the streets, meet somebody random | |
Take 'em by the hand and make 'em understand, son | |
And like my mama said it take a lotta frittatas | |
And a bottle of water to wash down an enchillada | |
But if you gotta Regatta of singin’ heads from Estrada | |
Them boys is gonna beat you like a fuckin’ Pinata | |
[Chorus:] | |
You’ve missed the bullshit show | |
Years of life lost | |
Void inside your soul | |
(Midday showdawn) | |
You have turned it off | |
Latest stories | |
Dreams and hopes | |
Screams and nightmares | |
You’ve turned them off |
Take a moment of reflection | |
Take a moment for yourself | |
Wake up | |
Wake up to sunlight | |
Welcome to the real world | |
Chorus: | |
Midday show | |
Years of life lost | |
Void inside your soul | |
You have turned it off | |
Dirty words and filthy phrases | |
Broken promises of wealth | |
Sadness | |
Sadness and madness | |
In the garden of delights | |
Chorus: | |
You' ve missed the midday show | |
Years of life lost | |
Void inside your soul | |
You have turned it off | |
Latest stories | |
Dreams and hopes | |
Screams and nightmares | |
You' ve turned them off | |
Wakin' up in the mornin' gotta thank God | |
Cuz my Televisor channel shows a hot bod | |
Hot chicks and Glamur talkin' " Dom 2" | |
Bullshit like the remnants of a cattle prod | |
I know it' s bad I know I shouldn' t sit and watch | |
But I' m soakin' in a tidal wave of Fendi and Versace | |
Livin' on the boulevard of Slomanyie Mechty | |
There' s so many missed dreams, smother them in tit' ki | |
Treat her right, get a sitter for the night | |
Gulyat' like it' s the last night of your life | |
Or get out on the streets, meet somebody random | |
Take ' em by the hand and make ' em understand, son | |
And like my mama said it take a lotta frittatas | |
And a bottle of water to wash down an enchillada | |
But if you gotta Regatta of singin' heads from Estrada | |
Them boys is gonna beat you like a fuckin' Pinata | |
Chorus: | |
You' ve missed the bullshit show | |
Years of life lost | |
Void inside your soul | |
Midday showdawn | |
You have turned it off | |
Latest stories | |
Dreams and hopes | |
Screams and nightmares | |
You' ve turned them off |
Take a moment of reflection | |
Take a moment for yourself | |
Wake up | |
Wake up to sunlight | |
Welcome to the real world | |
Chorus: | |
Midday show | |
Years of life lost | |
Void inside your soul | |
You have turned it off | |
Dirty words and filthy phrases | |
Broken promises of wealth | |
Sadness | |
Sadness and madness | |
In the garden of delights | |
Chorus: | |
You' ve missed the midday show | |
Years of life lost | |
Void inside your soul | |
You have turned it off | |
Latest stories | |
Dreams and hopes | |
Screams and nightmares | |
You' ve turned them off | |
Wakin' up in the mornin' gotta thank God | |
Cuz my Televisor channel shows a hot bod | |
Hot chicks and Glamur talkin' " Dom 2" | |
Bullshit like the remnants of a cattle prod | |
I know it' s bad I know I shouldn' t sit and watch | |
But I' m soakin' in a tidal wave of Fendi and Versace | |
Livin' on the boulevard of Slomanyie Mechty | |
There' s so many missed dreams, smother them in tit' ki | |
Treat her right, get a sitter for the night | |
Gulyat' like it' s the last night of your life | |
Or get out on the streets, meet somebody random | |
Take ' em by the hand and make ' em understand, son | |
And like my mama said it take a lotta frittatas | |
And a bottle of water to wash down an enchillada | |
But if you gotta Regatta of singin' heads from Estrada | |
Them boys is gonna beat you like a fuckin' Pinata | |
Chorus: | |
You' ve missed the bullshit show | |
Years of life lost | |
Void inside your soul | |
Midday showdawn | |
You have turned it off | |
Latest stories | |
Dreams and hopes | |
Screams and nightmares | |
You' ve turned them off |