Kick It!
| Title | Kick It! |
|---|---|
| Artist | Daymeus |
| Album | You’ve Heard Worse |
| Release Date | 2018-04-27 |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | [Verse 1] Single me sittin' here talkin' to a beat, just ponderin' Thinkin' like my troubles are so fuckin' deep I'ma try and write a song about 'em And I put thought into 'em And this ones' vibes I feel lonely, I'm cold I got a lot of venom In my veins, while I try to spit it out It may seem that I'm lackin' in words, oh I don't think this could do no harm, no I don't think they will feel no sorrow Cause at the same time I'm on a call, talkin' to homies Feelin' abandoned, like Scrappy Doo A girl sits, fingers interlocked With hope for even one call but no one does With no outlet so insides stuck inside And she cries tryin' to turn herself inside-out Doubt folks will notice the marks or dried tears As the blood colors her arm, there's relief From the pain and stress like regret sex Mixed with an ex and ecstasy, uh A seasoned vet at remaining plain She tugs her sleeves and leaves Through another pane, visible is me I'm feelin really down, so low Yet there's some bitch to my left so I'm not solo How can I be so cold? I don't know her But for the night, I'll be her soldier How fuckin' noble of me to use my sheets to shield a storm But then I gotta fly at dawn Who knew that she could be so strong Yeah, look at me, what a hero And then I wonder why I feel so I really wonder why I feel so, alone [Chorus] It's a beautiful morning to express This mess, that I've made Come that pivotal time when I'll unwind And that chair, from beneath I, I, I just kick it I just kick it You might also like[Verse 2] Now that you in this deep, let's dig in Spin to the end for the twist Like if you listened to this on a disc, that's clever Jokin', I'm having a mini stroke, though On the inside I'm trying to cry out In pieces, my mind is Lesions appear in x-rays My ex lays down next to some other dude And so I town prowl once the day greets the night It's alright, so far But not far I spot this time-bombshell and approach Just seconds behind this That insecure girl from before is seated upon a stool Tuggin' on her sleeve to make sure Nobody passin' at her, though, what the fuck? She like a Tonka Truck for Make-A-Wish Ready to give back But ain't nobody givin' it to her, she lackin' They attackin' other holes but wit her It ain't fuckin' happening until wait, wait Mr. Right takes flight and slides over Sizes thick thighs, taps her right shoulder, it's on A ray of hope, she feels strong a bit when the tides shift I'm lookin at her, she lookin at me too Mouths get to movin' and soothin' the blue We're back at her flat now, she don't do this Fist-full of me in throat Truth gets blurred as she throws do I care for her But I been here before, I ain't shacklin' my feet We hit and then I distance me right out the door She's all alone, still I'm so... alone [Chorus] It's a beautiful morning to express This mess, that I've made Come that pivotal time when I'll unwind And that chair, from beneath I, I, I just kick it I just kick it [Outro] Ah, fuck |