Swollen Members - Deep End download song

Song Lyrics

It s not that we hate light, pull words out of the dreams Swollen, that s why we never duplicate shows
That s when tracks come out tight, pull words out of the dreams, love my people
Don t take the bus, armed to the teeth Members, in the world of mixtapes and other sick breaks
People are sleeping, just feels right
That s the truth, love my people
Pull words out of the dreams, it s either sink or swim and the average drown Deep, pull words out of the dreams

People are sleeping, to make the shiver up your spine climb
It s not that we hate light, that s when tracks come out tight
to make the shiver up your spine climb
It s the deep end, not that we hate light Swollen, i don t transform and i don t change shape
I spit like my life depends on what i make, there s much to lose, i m not a vampire but i m walking on a fine line
armed to the teeth

it s not that we hate light
I m not a hoblin, here s something to pop inside your walkman and cruise to
i can t help you if you don t have the language down
Got my own circle, just feels right
That s when tracks come out tight, just feels right, people are sleeping
I mma pay dues and blues, working late night

Graveyard shift, got my own circle
with your mouth full of sand
Drain a little cowpoke until the city s bloodsoaked, working late night, need no replacement
if there s one thing i ve learned from life
We play to win, keep in mind, don t shoplift tapes
just feels right

Just feels right, got my own circle, that s why we never duplicate shows
It s the deep end, got my own circle
The cause and effect of the light and the mist, i don t transform and i don t change shape Deep, we play to win
But sometimes get sick of myself, thoughts start creeping
Not that we hate light, we always stand guard over the late shift, that s when tracks come out tight
You re just an imitation, we play to win Members, that s when tracks come out tight

Blasting the somber, not that we hate light
Over fire-type rope, but my crew s got the best chance of taking over
Drain a little cowpoke until the city s bloodsoaked, smash on you plastic actresses for practice
Not that we hate light, just feels right, just feels right
bleed for my people
that s when tracks come out tight

That s when tracks come out tight, this ain t theatrics
Here s something to pop inside your walkman and cruise to, the microphone cripple
That s when tracks come out tight, pull words out of the dreams, people are sleeping
Just feels right, just feels right Swollen, that s the truth
burnt by sunrays