Delilah by St. Breeze Lyrics
[Leala Lamasz]
With just a few words everything can change
Sounds will overtake my mind will blow away
But i can't let you in if youre not here to stay
So please don't write a message full of words my heart can't take
[St. Breeze]
We rap-scallions japanese malian afghan italian
Im solving shit in the main hallways nobel laureates
Fields medal winner reknowned astro physicists
Lowly M.I.T. professors highly m-o-p generators
Irish curses can't see it in the mirrors answers straight back at ya
We no gangsters just some sorta g-a-n-g
S plus t equals breeze you still tough but you didn't prove it
I did this shit mast-e-r class
Every day come in with your six cents
Every day i come in im applyin' multiplyin' my sixth sense
Don’t you remember we went to kindergarten together
You licked my balls then you still do like for-ginger-ever
You can cuff my hands but you can't cut my tongue
I twist it around your lung for fun before your eyes can catch up
Rem none I.L.M. intelligent lip movement volume one
Evolution of the market economy in the southern colonies
Regurgitating Gordon Wood page 98 right i read that too
To another this shit can't be explained
Thats the kinda feeling you get when you fuck with a saint
[Leala Lamasz]
With just a few words everything can change
Sounds will overtake my mind will blow away
But i can't let you in if youre not here to stay
So please don't write a message full of words my heart can't take
With just a few words everything can change
Sounds will overtake my mind will blow away
But i can't let you in if youre not here to stay
So please don't write a message full of words my heart can't take
[St. Breeze]
We rap-scallions japanese malian afghan italian
Im solving shit in the main hallways nobel laureates
Fields medal winner reknowned astro physicists
Lowly M.I.T. professors highly m-o-p generators
Irish curses can't see it in the mirrors answers straight back at ya
We no gangsters just some sorta g-a-n-g
S plus t equals breeze you still tough but you didn't prove it
I did this shit mast-e-r class
Every day come in with your six cents
Every day i come in im applyin' multiplyin' my sixth sense
Don’t you remember we went to kindergarten together
You licked my balls then you still do like for-ginger-ever
You can cuff my hands but you can't cut my tongue
I twist it around your lung for fun before your eyes can catch up
Rem none I.L.M. intelligent lip movement volume one
Evolution of the market economy in the southern colonies
Regurgitating Gordon Wood page 98 right i read that too
To another this shit can't be explained
Thats the kinda feeling you get when you fuck with a saint
[Leala Lamasz]
With just a few words everything can change
Sounds will overtake my mind will blow away
But i can't let you in if youre not here to stay
So please don't write a message full of words my heart can't take