Contraband Interlude from Total Melancholic by DavidCrypt
Tracklist
| 8. | Contraband Interlude | 3:37 |
Lyrics
Bootleg everything
Bootleg everything
Bootleg everything
Bootleg, bootleg
Contraband, contraband
Everything is fake now
Contraband, contraband
Everything is contraband
Contraband contraband,
It’s all fake now
Contraband contraband,
It’s fuckin bootleg
Uh
Fuckin bootleg
Bootleg everything
Bootleg everything
Bootleg everything
Bootleg, bootleg
Contraband, contraband
Everything is fake now
Contraband, contraband
Everything is contraband
Contraband contraband,
It’s all fake now
Contraband contraband,
It’s fuckin bootleg
Fall between the bed frame and the wall
When nothings to be found, I guess that everything is lost
I feel like the man but I’m the lady on the cross
Total symbolic, hyperbolic, I am god
Refuse to ever listen, no, attention span is shot
Can never not not concentrate, dead staring in one spot
Im the sun hitting the grass, the morning dew on the sod
Kill the headlights, switch to neutral and push with what you’ve got
Its gonna happen there’s no rush and no point
It’s like betting on heads with the same sides on the coin
Yea, recycle all the instruments and turn them to toys
Yea you’re chiming in, all rude and shit, got no respect or poise
Im the dog inside the house, im barking loud through the window
Im drowning upside down, with the ground as my pillow
You get it tho, you know you know, I think my bones are jello
Im off the street but in the road, oh so uncomfortable
Talking up to god I think im owed a redesign
Maybe make me less forgetful and more defined
I’d rather lie then take the time, im living not much of a life
Undermine my state of mind, and tell em that im straight im fine
Linked between a memory, always having trouble learning
When headlights are in front of me, I stand there waiting
Hit, fuck this shit, there’s no getting used to this
But I’m still taking this for granted
Cover me with questions ima take em off with answers
Now you’re getting personal, none of this matters
Smell the air through your nose, your lungs are full of cancer
Smelling through a dollar bill, you’re gonna die faster
Contrabrand contrabrand, this shit illicit
Scary monsters, dirty sprite, kill everybody who witness
I will stand on top of my business
Road rage, one shot, now we’re all finished
Ahh
Bootleg everything
Bootleg everything
Bootleg everything
Bootleg, bootleg
Contraband, contraband
Everything is fake now
Contraband, contraband
Everything is contraband
Contraband contraband,
It’s all fake now
Contraband contraband,
It’s fuckin bootleg
Uh
Fuckin bootleg
Bootleg everything
Bootleg everything
Bootleg everything
Bootleg, bootleg
Contraband, contraband
Everything is fake now
Contraband, contraband
Everything is contraband
Contraband contraband,
It’s all fake now
Contraband contraband,
I am
