The Streets, Mike Patrick - Difficult Times Freestyle

The Streets, Mike Patrick - Difficult Times Freestyle
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  • Длительность: 03:36
  • Качество: 320 kbs
  • Дата релиза: 10.10.2020
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Текст песни The Streets, Mike Patrick - Difficult Times Freestyle

Lookin' at the memories in my eyelids
They have to close before I start to be somewhere else
Local to the part, but I am never asked who
There's police tape on the play area, swings in my mood

Difficult times, magnificent skies
Difficult times, silver linings

Turn the spindle, work the blind
To learn life from birds in the sky
To learn lingo, Urban Dictionary
The tops of the poplars, the common blackbird hops
Shopping trolley nights vandalised

Difficult times, magnificent skies
Difficult times, silver linings

Seemed different outside
The riddle of life's over in a haiku
Weeping willows, sleep with a pillow
Peeping furloughed in the Creeping Charlies

Difficult times, magnificent skies

I agree with the guy on the TV tonight
But his wallpaper's dead, it's the NHS

Difficult times, magnificent skies
Difficult times, silver linings

Mother Nature knows us, she made us make machines
We blocked her on Insta, but we'll face her in our dreams
We bend 'til it's broken off and falls
America plays out like Rome on fast-forward

Difficult times, magnificent skies
Difficult times, silver linings

Keep saying a word until it loses meaning
Then it is just sounds and some moving of a mouth

Difficult times, magnificent skies
Difficult times, silver linings

This man is so high, he is asking me why
We are all religious with no man in the sky
That package arrived, knock door
Run past the parcel, past the garden
Be a mad debacle at the barber's
Smoke over back, fuelled by what looks like a shed
I smoke over that while my jaw's not dead
Got to keep it on the high, when we sleep, dogs die
I can't taste anything, that's Baj's Hot Sauce
Can't wait 'til I can't feel my face in the spot, ooh

Difficult times, magnificent skies
Difficult times, silver linings
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