Idaho - Catapult
Tekst :
Only to lose my foothold
Me inside giving up for real
The slope is hard
There s got to be someone
Got to find a way out of a bind
My legs grow numb
There s cotton in my eyes
Driving down to the sea
Gonna step right off
This state of mine
Can i frequently steer clear
Of my fate that catapults my sack
Of oranges
Or are there too many problems
To withhold no one s hand because
Of the overflow
Never live enough
When do i fill up
Summer s getting old
And i m still out of it
Feel the power wane
Gotta shine you off
Gonna step right off
This state of mine
Inne utwory
Kite Just might run If you dare Have to be Packing my bags Apricots to armagnac The mystery Come back home Santa Claus is weird Bass crawl Always better Wandering the fields Pomegranate bleeding For granted On the shore When sunday comes Yesterdays unwinding Losowe utwory
Well it s that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga
See these other fools but you can t see me, nigga
Who am I? (It s Kurupt motherfucker)
Do or die (We gives a fuck motherfucker)
So slow your roll, I m In Control like Janet
The...
Olmaz, civanim imkansiz vazgecmek olmaz
Ben sana vermazsam eger gözüm acik giderim
Oynar gider, yarim aklim da bende durmaz
Ben seni almazsam eger, mahvolurum biterim.
Vallahi dünyayi yikarim basina
Kimselere yar etmem seni, bakmam gözyasina
Mecbursun, mecbursun hic caren yok
Inadi birak...
Is it late September and its getting cold
We re putting on our winter clothes and winter smiles
And I knew that I missed you and I dont know why
That I never told you that your world collided with mine
You got me talking in my sleep and not wanting to eat
Faking smiles...
Silver needles
Golden eagles
Frightened faces
Basket cases
Jags and riches
Queens and witches
Electric mantras
And tight-fitting dreams
Never been so high
Never been so low
Never been so high
Gilded flowers
Long-lost hours
Morning programs
With fake suntans
Meet a maniac in the cul-de-sac
Otherwise it s this ennui
Chromium platin
All this waiting brings me down
Suffocatin
All those colors bring me around
Broken records
Faded labels
Songs...
The professor is building
Something extraordinary
From the first signs
Well I knew he would hide it from me
Clang, clang, rattle, and buzz
There s a helicopter blade
And a bit of a truck
He s got no more quality time
To be going on adventures
Spending mornings on black keys
Using the board
Or finding him in places
That have...