Metric Lyrics
Metric Lyrics
"Raw Sugar Lyrics"
Never Gonna Say I'm Sorry Lyrics
I'm never gonna say I'm sorry I'm a clown for everyone I'm never gonna let you down, I'm always here like a sun I'm a loser, that is a fact for sure I'm hap
I'm never gonna say I'm sorry I'm a clown for everyone I'm never gonna let you down, I'm always here like a sun I'm a loser, that is a fact for sure I'm hap
Sort of wonder why No one said a word
Don't you like it on the sly?
Don't you like it till it hurts?
Have I been on your mind? What's a voice without a song?
Something in your head You've been fighting all along...
I don't want to say it, The news is not so good
We'll never get away, And even if we could
We'd just play the tambourin
Ride on Dem Bustas Lyrics
(Helicopter propeller) (Whisper getting louder) Real nigga Real nigga Real nigga Real nigga (C-Murder in background) From the motherfucking (?)
e Around an open flame(Helicopter propeller) (Whisper getting louder) Real nigga Real nigga Real nigga Real nigga (C-Murder in background) From the motherfucking (?)
Oversleep and burn To be back in the game
'Cause summer never comes Nowhere near high noon
And winter never comes Nor the harvest moon
Raw sugar
I don't want to die living in a high rise grave
My baby come home
(same black day, high rise grave)
No I'm not complaining, Yes it could be worse
Ferment
Fantasia Lyrics
At the table sits the coffee cups/the cold rushing in/though warm outside the winds have shifted destination/from light to heavy/like the hearts of lovers/who lost that love as quic
on the wish bone, Match the lips to the purseAt the table sits the coffee cups/the cold rushing in/though warm outside the winds have shifted destination/from light to heavy/like the hearts of lovers/who lost that love as quic
Neighborhood's a runway, Fry the ass and thighs
Dirty diamond dealers, pushed behind the ire's
'Cause summer never comes Nowhere near high noon
And winter never comes Nor the harvest moon
Raw sugar
I don't want to die living in a high rise grave
My baby come home
(same black day, hig
The Cook Out Lyrics
Intro: Dom Pachino, (Killa Sin) The cook out, yo, everybody's invited only the righteous shit (only the righteousness, open the bowl kid) the god degree (nothin
rise grave)Intro: Dom Pachino, (Killa Sin) The cook out, yo, everybody's invited only the righteous shit (only the righteousness, open the bowl kid) the god degree (nothin
Still I wear the red dress, Paint my toes and twirl
Take it back to old times,when I was still a girl
'Cause now I'm all baboon boys, Cootchie Cootchie Coo
Sort of wonder why I missed a kiss for you
'Cause summer never comes (same black day, high rise grave)
Winter never comes (same black day, high rise grave)