Dam Busters Songtext
von TZU
Dam Busters Songtext
Sometimes
Sometimes you gotta stop and think before you move on
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I am patient with the rhythm like I was a fisherman
To rap again in rhythm when I′m walkin' on the bitumen
The hustle and the bustle of this city′s like a symphony
Surrounding and astounding me, my ally and my enemy
I'm caught in the crossfire, carjacked, hotwired
Worn out, bone tired, time to escape
I get my arse on the bus across town
Pay my fare, take my chair and let the window stare at me
It's too rare we get time off to drift off
Time off to lift off or time off to chill
Recalibrate the convoluted parts of our character
And give ourselves a mental and a motoric side of attica
This is why I′m sitting on the banks of the Yarra
My fishing line, beer and my do-nothing manner
I might catch my dinner or I might just catch my breath
′Cause I gots to clean my head before I clean any mess
When it's all too much and you′re stuck in a trench
And eventually you feel the entropy catch up
Remember you match up off the bench
Roll with the punch and don't budge an inch
When the dam go bust and the wind blow gust
The machine get mean and you′re caught in the clutch
You feel four foul and you smell a funny stench
Don't throw in the towel, throw in the monkey wrench
Concoct a bomb rap and make a nasty beat
Then I′ma tear this paper up and just press delete
Then I'ma rock the show and get you off your feet
Then I'ma stop the show and go home and get to sleep
Then I′ma stand up for my right to speak
Then I′ma back down and rap quietly
'Cause my desire be to involve a crowd
And then ignore the crowd just to hold it down
Then I let it take off like a Cessna
Slam it through the damn wall when I get tangled
In the mic chord, I′m a jester
I stand tall and dance the dancehall when my patience is tested
'Cause sometimes the path that I ventured
Ain′t exactly the one I requested
The anger suppressed, ricocheted and reflected
Affected the way I rock this verse I selected
When it's all too much and you′re stuck in a trench
And eventually you feel the entropy catch up
Remember you match up off the bench
Roll with the punch and don't budge an inch
When the dam go bust and the wind blow gust
The machine get mean and you're caught in the clutch
You feel four foul and you smell a funny stench
Don′t throw in the towel, throw in the monkey wrench
Sometimes you gotta stop and think before you move on
Check it
Now
I am patient with the rhythm like I was a fisherman
To rap again in rhythm when I′m walkin' on the bitumen
The hustle and the bustle of this city′s like a symphony
Surrounding and astounding me, my ally and my enemy
I'm caught in the crossfire, carjacked, hotwired
Worn out, bone tired, time to escape
I get my arse on the bus across town
Pay my fare, take my chair and let the window stare at me
It's too rare we get time off to drift off
Time off to lift off or time off to chill
Recalibrate the convoluted parts of our character
And give ourselves a mental and a motoric side of attica
This is why I′m sitting on the banks of the Yarra
My fishing line, beer and my do-nothing manner
I might catch my dinner or I might just catch my breath
′Cause I gots to clean my head before I clean any mess
When it's all too much and you′re stuck in a trench
And eventually you feel the entropy catch up
Remember you match up off the bench
Roll with the punch and don't budge an inch
When the dam go bust and the wind blow gust
The machine get mean and you′re caught in the clutch
You feel four foul and you smell a funny stench
Don't throw in the towel, throw in the monkey wrench
Concoct a bomb rap and make a nasty beat
Then I′ma tear this paper up and just press delete
Then I'ma rock the show and get you off your feet
Then I'ma stop the show and go home and get to sleep
Then I′ma stand up for my right to speak
Then I′ma back down and rap quietly
'Cause my desire be to involve a crowd
And then ignore the crowd just to hold it down
Then I let it take off like a Cessna
Slam it through the damn wall when I get tangled
In the mic chord, I′m a jester
I stand tall and dance the dancehall when my patience is tested
'Cause sometimes the path that I ventured
Ain′t exactly the one I requested
The anger suppressed, ricocheted and reflected
Affected the way I rock this verse I selected
When it's all too much and you′re stuck in a trench
And eventually you feel the entropy catch up
Remember you match up off the bench
Roll with the punch and don't budge an inch
When the dam go bust and the wind blow gust
The machine get mean and you're caught in the clutch
You feel four foul and you smell a funny stench
Don′t throw in the towel, throw in the monkey wrench
Writer(s): Corey Mcgregor, Joel Ma, Shehab Tariq, Phillip Norman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
