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Slaine

Knocked Down

 

Knocked Down

(アルバム: Slaine Is Dead - 2016)


I'm starting to see clearer then I ever have
Bipolar, tell me which one is my better half
Eyes colder 'cause I slipped up on my better path
My shoulders is so chipped I almost never laugh
You can hear my revving raps
Sounding like the engine of a 747 crash
Back out the trash, I was never more but shredding ash
Now I'm feeling sharper than a heavy ass machete slash
Give me lip, cut your head in half, you won't get it back
Had some dead weight on my back, I got rid of that
Got my head straight and left the flask in my livid past
And I ain't bitter of a quitter but consider that I lost a few wings
I'm trying to do things to get it back
'Cause life isn't all roses and daffodils
Especially when you rose from
The bullet holes and smashed up pills
Made it out alive but pissed away a half a mil
Trying to keep a smile, I'm having a hard time laughing still

I seem to keep this smile
While they keep looking down on me
Knocked down, I get up, this is how to be
Knocked down, I get up, this is how to be
Knocked down, I get up, this is how to be

I seem to keep this smile
While they keep looking down on me
Knocked down, I get up, this is how to be
Knocked down, I get up, this is how to be
Knocked down, I get up, this is how to be

(Knocked down)
(Knocked down)
(Knocked down)
(Knocked down)

Back with a ton of fire, allow me to run it by ya
The stunning ire and the anger of a cunning liar
Each thought rapidly popped, like a gun is fired
So am I son of Sam or damn it am I some messiah?
It's hunger, fire, pain and anger in a jambalaya
But they don't want to see ya cooking, they just want to fry ya
So for a minute I felt tired and uninspired
It's not long before regrets come running by ya
My stomach tied up in knots, I write up a blots
And sides of them plop with thoughts that I have outfoxed
Too many things to get here than just retire and watch
Started feeling like a fighter that's still dying to box
So until the day I die in a box
I'mma persevere through everything and anything
I know that it hurts to hear, but I ain't going nowhere
I'm just all set up to win
Then even when I get knocked down
I know that I'll get up again

I seem to keep this smile
While they keep looking down on me
Knocked down, I get up, this is how to be
Knocked down, I get up, this is how to be
Knocked down, I get up, this is how to be

I seem to keep this smile
While they keep looking down on me
Knocked down, I get up, this is how to be
Knocked down, I get up, this is how to be
Knocked down, I get up, this is how to be

(Knocked down)
(Knocked down)
(Knocked down)
(Knocked down)

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