Gotta be the one to bite the bullet i’m sinner but i bet I coulda been a better man
I wanna be zen. but I go sipping on some medicine instead of meditating but I get when i can
I don’t wanna wind up in the gutter with a bottle of malt-
liquor, bitter cause i never got a call
telling me
that it’s all
figured out
i’m sick of doubt
but i’m looking at the wall
I’m not tryin’ be the best
I don’t wanna be the best
Just separated from the rest
Now i rock the mic and i drop the bomb,
but what i gotta do I gotta so brown soul.
When my heart beats one time
than my mind spits one rhyme
If I could turn back the hands of time
I wouldn’t change anything, it’s beautiful rhyme!
The beautiful mind – the dirty soul
so You know U gotta gimme the go
now gimme tha chance to blow Your mind
with that kind of love, that’s one of kind
Appealing to masses but touches few
and one of them it could be You
Coz once I was a boy who didn’t care
Once was a boy.Now that boy is here!
Young, bare, hard as hell
with the power of love that takes me there
to the place where the rockin a mic exist
and is the only reason to
lift Your fist
lift Your fist
lift Your fist tonight
Kiedy mysli pietrze, wtedy mecze wnetrze,
w powietrze tecze, dzis rymow dorecze,
A Ty lap powietrze x3 i probuj-
Choc peka szczeka, w mekach stekasz, w koncu klekasz,
bo to jest potega, speedu bitu tego,
nie wyrabiasz sie, polamany jezyk bardzo boli:P Cie.
Mozgu miazga, nie jalowa glowa znow
lamie slowa, jak bron atomowa mowa tu
gesta jak biurowa zabudowa rapowa przemowa.
Nie do opanowania- harcore’owa.
I zwisa mi to jak linie wysokiego napiecia,
zatem bez zaciecia,
jakbym robil zdjecia, zmieniam punkt widzenia
i Twoje podejscie
Bas, stopa, bas, bas, stopa, bas -przejscie!
przejscie!
przejscie!
Alright, now Watsky, I will show you, where the cancers are spending their winter time!
A teraz Watsky, pokaze Ci gdzie raki zimuja! :P
Speed it up
10% faster
Gotta be the one to bite the bullet i’m sinner but i bet I coulda been a better man
I wanna be zen. but I go sipping on some medicine instead of meditating but I get when i can
I don’t wanna wind up in the gutter with a bottle of malt-
Liquor, bitter cause i never got a call
Telling me
That it’s all
Figured out
I’m sick of doubt
But I’m looking at the wall
In yo face biatch!
[MC Silk Raps George Watsky Lyrics 10% Faster Than Watsky]