paroles de chanson I'd Like To Say It Was Poetic / But My Last Words Were Probably "Fucking Hell" (single version) - MIDItatt

Just one year
Got a taste of that
Life I'm not supposed to live
I got too big ambitions
The wind blows me away
Every time I gotta make you understand that I can't stay
Leaving no trace
My expertise without a question
And I write these bars like I got no schedule
There is no tomorrow
When you live 100 miles per hour
There's no room for hesitation
If I live or die, just a secondary thought
Between all this shouting and the smoke
In my lungs
Barely space for inhalation
Try to fill a void with matter acceleration
And it can still take plenty more
Because everything I eat, I bloody consume
And I spit out gems like this
When I'm done with you
Christ, they will need an exorcist
Cause all o'my power, about to be unleashed
Sound alchemy, mind shattering
High frequency
Alien director, like Scott, Ridley
Winning with style, Valentino Rossi
On the very last minute
Sweep you off your feet
Got no time to think
Already did all the thinking so long ago
I'll never forget about it
Don't want to count the years, tell you anything about it
What'd you want?
What'd you say?
No worthy comment
I know I have repeated myself
This paradox's my nature; Cover myself in filth
And tie verses with no relation, just to reach perfection
Yes, I've learned a couple lessons
Here's one: if you don't listen, best forget it
Don't be afraid to use your talent
Try and try harder
Even then, it won't be enough
Be ready to fall for it
Cause you'll be in my claws in seconds
And nobody can save you from it
Cold ocean breeze
Frozen hand in the snow
Soul so committed takes on me for the show
Can't remember nothing
It comes straight from the gut
Eyes wide, mind blank
Yeah, that's how you know
That man's awake, you better watch how you talk
I don't resort to violence, nor resort to the sword
But if you threaten me
You about to get cut
Not afraid to use weapons
Yet lead's my last resource
You lack control and skill
Every shot misses me
You were quick on the trigger
But I'm quicker on my whip
Never break cool when I split the scene
Watch me fly by like I'm on angel's wings
First to Valhalla and I brought my best maid
Can hardly believe it, but I got what I deserved
But it's really no surprise
Cause I rode on God's wake
Whence the reaper comes, don't worry
I'd already dug my own grave
And all o'my homies, they know what song to play
Yeah, when death does come
You may have been stepping on my toes
But you'd still walking in my shadow
Wishing you'd be in my shoes
But you don't even have a clue
Of how hard it was
To come this far
And now my body's cold and numb
No more doctors
But you still see me in my coat as I walk out the door