Тексты песен «Buck 65»
Buck 65 - Leftfielder
Leftfielder, living in a suitcase Comfortable shoes, photo album and toothpaste Road atlas, learning my way around Kissing the pavement, lucky cause I may have drowned Hotel notepad, three pens for five dollars Black,...
Buck 65 - Memory Is Parallax
suger in the gastank and sand in the vasoline, buck 65 and foreign currencies just in case and for emergencies, i keep double copies, single pairs of plastic explosive if i need them for signal flairs. goshdarnit,...
Buck 65 - Mouth Wash
The F word feels ugly in my mouth Clumsy, huff and puff, but I guess I'm not tough enough I'd have to say mainly it makes me feel strangely And frankly I'm not that angry a person So cursin' and swearin' ain't part of...
Buck 65 - Mr. Nobody
Mr. Nobody. Real life, fake lotus. Break focus. Way too normal to take notice. Women and rage. Sugar, salt, cinnamon, sage. The city throbs. Endless shitty jobs and minimum wage. It's nonsense. Flashy patterns,...
Buck 65 - On All Fours
There's equal spaces between the hurdles and steeple chases So I don't go around blowing smoke in people's faces Rather than acting like a pest to your spouse I'll conduct my behavior like I'm a guest in your house...
Buck 65 - Out Of Focus
Dirty and low with the same pair of pants on Tables I dance on and benches at bed time Way passed the deadline and waiting for the world's end I just had a terrible argument with my girlfriend Something or other, I...
Buck 65 - Pants On Fire
Sky diver, your pants are on fire and the rest of your clothes is blowing And for some strange reason, your nose is growing My skin is crawling, everybody's chin is falling, jaws are dropping left and right Lost...
Buck 65 - Phil
20 some years is a long walk even if it's not in a straight line you see a lot of things in the distance y'know what they say about great minds you and I think about the same things dream the same dreams play the...
Buck 65 - Phil (Square One)
20 some years is a long walk, even if it's not in a straight line You see a lot of things in a distance, you know what they say about great minds You and I think about the same things, dream the same dreams, play the...
Buck 65 - Plastic Bags
plastic bags-- our father, who art here among us in thy name sacred, and the physical humongous give us this day our daily gift of science to drop, and knowledge to lift please forgive our indiscretions,...
Buck 65 - Protest
The sun is shining on full blast, it's garbage day, Airing my tires and all my cares are far away, You're looking like a million bucks, feeling good and sorta frisky, Plus enough money in my pocket for a quart of...
Buck 65 - Pubic's Tube
Pubics tube-- spoken: stinkin rich is x rated buck: guess whos squirtin', comin', playin' with the kitty cat it's uncle climax with a fist full of titty fat shaggin' like i don't give a cripple-crap-crutch with...
Buck 65 - Rat's Ass Customs
Standin' on the side of the road with a long shadow and suitcases, going nowhere, and I don't care, I'm a grown man. Hold my own hand, kickin' my own ass for cryin', I'm dyin' on the inside, they don't know who I...
Buck 65 - Riverbed 1
I take my orders from the street lights, wind at my shoulder The afternoon is grey and the air is getting colder I'm old fashioned and on foot, passionate and fascinated Wide eyed awake and ready for anything Navigating...
Buck 65 - Riverbed 2
The river itself feeds on souls The suicides, the ones who let go of the controls Like the woman whose beauty they couldn't replace The morgue even made a plaster cast of her face There's at least one a week, more women...
Buck 65 - Riverbed 3
There's people living in the neighboring barges Guilty of assorted compliments and charges Like the one eyed cyclist who never wears socks He covers his mouth with his hand when he talks His name is Rene, they say he is...
Buck 65 - Riverbed 4
The moon is blue tonight, the wind is freezing The river is restless and I have stopped breathing An upside down swordfish pierced my parachute, fireflies Flicker and it makes you want to hide your eyes I breathe...
Buck 65 - Riverbed 5
My dear so and so is very far away. The stone in your stomach, there's no way to start the day. I pray to the waves, and utter my wishes, I'd rather have spirals and butterfly kisses. My wings for a morning, to swim...
Buck 65 - Riverbed 6
A deaf violinist plays on the docks He's missing a tooth and he stands on a box His gestures are feverish, his cheeks wet with tears He sleeps in his jacket, or so it appears He plays from the late afternoon through the...
Buck 65 - Riverbed 7
Here on the water no harm could come to me But a revolver was left on my table by somebody Just in case they said nonchalantly Which was fine at the time but now the words haunt me Sitting there loaded, the air is...