Shitted On - Soul Khan

Shitted On - Soul Khan

Год
2013
Язык
`Inglês`
Длительность
166640

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Shitted On

Soul Khan

I was beyond aching to the break of dawn taking

Pictures in my mind of the way she got quaking

Limbs to settle with them heavenly palms gracing

Arms that’d be reaching for the shape of her escaping

I wonder where it went, you know that good old sensation

That had our bodies fastened, now it’s got me asking

Was it just a smokescreen from the very opening

Of this close thing that fell apart into loathing?

But if it was sincere, then tell me

Nah, nah, if it was sincere, then really

How’d the hell we

End up like this?

You living easy, but me I’m looking lifeless

When people see me, they’re calling you a trife bitch

They don’t understand, well neither did I

Too bad the pills didn’t keep you from breeding them lies

When I was deep in them thighs

Infatuation turned to anxious waiting for you to give me another reason to cry

I feel shitted on

With my hands on my head

And my chest still beating though you left me for dead

I feel shitted on

Was I the man of your dreams

Or just a meaningless piece of your plans and your schemes?

I feel shitted on

You know i’d treat you like a goddess

Gave you everything but you could never keep a promise

Shitted on

My house’ll never be your home

If you’re the only one then, yo, i’d rather be alone

Well, putting back together all the pieces was tough

I wore my heart on my sleeves, now I bleed through the cuffs

Wasn’t fucking with no empty headed creature of lust

She was my earth, wind, and fire, burning deep through the crust

But then suspicion arose and what this chicken disclosed

Rendered her love letters phony fictional prose

It was blood, guts, and whiskey

Lungs rusted, sixty

Cigarettes a day but I cut back to fifty

Double that in years and you may grasp the solitude

Wastelands I’m crawling through

But I gotta pretend I’m perfectly polished, new

And ready for display on that show room floor

But the salt of her lips keeps these old wounds sore

I’m needing more than medicine

Love was full length so I wore it as a second skin

Now I want to tear it off and throw it to the reckless wind

And flip a middle finger the direction that it’s exiting

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