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Lyrics for Bent by Saafir:
| | | Artist: | Saafir |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Bent | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 180 | | | | Lyrics: | I've been down this corridor -
Before you enter you have to bring
Back the creator of winter
damn,
Too late I'm spoiled, I need the napalm
I got it, I shot it in my left
sector,
Blew up the timing device on the reactor.
Time shifted I had to remold the
floor
The foundation for creation - mate's blend
The pleasure dome into another roam -
A
walk stalked nightly by the ogre
That's rarely sober. But there's no tracin
I see the place
in the flow. I'm beyond dawn,
No I'm not in the lawn under pawns -
Don't rest, never
possessed stagnate magnets.
I never pulled slits lips wit no braille skilled eyes -
Balls
through eyesockets. I'm currently current
Currents of electricity; They can't get wit
me
Invisible to the retina half - way reality part limbo.
A nervous laugh while ya climbin
through windows,
Never spin ho's on merry-go-rounds,
Be the ground level for ghouls, schools
of fish,
Victims on a hit list me like Geronimo on a pratt -
Tackle patt tacklin patterns
addin in seasonings, flavor.
No false teeth for beef, catapulting fingers to light
Switches
so you can see the real, I feel the tension
My sight twitches - I'm bent.
Second Scene:
I'm the star in a step show
Around corners, the coroner's office;
Where my rep grows. I'm
on some sort of drug
Like the President, it's evident that I'm noid,
A little bit of pizza -
the riddle gets deeper.
I'm lookin for outs n ins, stolen isotonas,
The gloves, the bout
begins three jabs on a transport
It's a sport for me to take another life on
landing,
Branding wit a prattle prod designed by God.
It's my job to resign frauds,
The
odd is against you got a degree in me,
So I know that I flow, credentials are ess | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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