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[Intro: ScHoolboy Q + Anderson . Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face Blank face, blank face I'll trade the noise for a piece of divine [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] This that "Fuck the blogs" The afterbell, we hang in halls Underage, smokin' weed and alcohol Grandma sweeped shells out the driveway One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the King parade I can take you spots where gangsters walk The real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood wasn't even close Where the girls' kitten show, hit the dope and the pussy soaked Now she get you for your change, Captain Save-A-Homie I ain't been right since out the cervix I know a M can make it perfect It came through more than the one I worship You know I never lie, the truth be told, the dope, it gettin' sold He got the runny nose Summertime, we don't trust niggas in winter clothes I swear the hood low, as the burner get rolls I follow the city codes
Missin' the days of honey oats Dollar bills in mama's coat Cartoons and bubble soap This be the realest shit I wrotemade to measure curtains trowbridge This be that ride that hunnid spokerazorback curtains at target Red and blue from head to toeblackout curtains joann fabric Who needs a mothafuckin' friend?shower curtain rail 85cm You see them mothafuckin' rims Met the devil in disguise Look through my mothafuckin' eyes Look at my yard, look at my block Look at my zipcode All of these lies, true to my life Word to my pencil Take what you want, get what you like
Ain't it that simple? Vision impaired by the high No cares on my mind Couple days, I'll be fine [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] This shit from 'round the back house More baggies bagged than at Ralphs In granny's plastic suede couch Best play cat and that mouse A minor pitchin' in major Stay servin' dope but we cater Take you back to my Sega Slammin' bones on that table Runnin' errands for grams, the paramedics at Tam's Forced to grow to a man Before L.A. had them Rams Went to school for the bitches, where scorin' drugs was the goal Lungs black as a crow, got banned from every hood store My haters came for the better and money came for the loads Concrete where we rose, you wasn't built from this mold Fucked up the game with many flow I've been a loc since embryo I'm ten toes, you movie role I do this shit for lifers way before Jehri curls, cut Dickies and sherm smoke Got so many bodies the world knows, shit
Don't worry 'bout no witness, your homies go under oath But our dreams was big, homie The world done flipped on me, took my soul then clicked on me You see my mothafuckin' rims Look at my zip code My picture was in full frame But my vision had distort My memory is okay But my feelings on point I could be here all day if you let me go, go, go, go You don't know the half of what I had to hold, hold, hold, hold I see faces at my window My patience growin' short I had no one to lend on That's why that chip is so cold Kinda like the cocaine on my fallen bros, bros, bros, bros Guess that's my curtain call, my last go Ain't this shit what you wanted to see? Ain't this shit, ain't this shit what you wanted to see? With a slow, hungry beat, ScHoolboy Q and Anderson .Paak introduce you to the Blank Face LP. Groovy Tony / Eddie Kane Blank Face LP [Tracklist + Album Cover] Blank Face LP [Booklet]
Blank Face LP [Trailer] Blank Face LP [Credits] Blank Face LP [Short Film]Thank you for your interest in Team Subscriptions. To upgrade your current subscription to a team subscription, please call a representative at For 4 or more users call a representative at Or we can contact you.Life in the Dark Lyrics I live my life in the dark To push the curtain aside But I don’t know how I don’t know how I bury my face when I cough Tonight we’re bound to be caught But I don’t know why I don’t know why I’d love to see you Where the bluebirds grind their corn In that old house where we were born They’re burning the heretics again All the infamous night Down in the street Down in the square I dream of a world without war The sorrow seeps through the floor As waters cover the sea It’s all in the blink of an eye We laugh and cry We fall in love and we die
But we don’t know when We don’t know why When the angels blow their horn Life in the Dark Jack At The Asylum Dancing On The WingI Sing The Body Electric, Especially When My Power’s Out.This is my bodyI have weather veinsThey’re especially sensitive to dust storms and hurricanesWhen I’m nervous my teeth chatter like a wheelbarrow collecting rainI am rusty when I talk- it is the storm in meThe doctor said some day I might not be able to walkIt’s in my blood like the ironMy mother is as tough as nails, she held herself togetherThe day she could no longer hold my niece she said“Our kneecaps are our prayer bedsEveryone can walk farther on their kneecaps than they can on their feet”This is my heartbeatLike yours, it is a hatchetIt can build a house, or tear one downMy mouth is a fire escapeThe words coming out don’t care that they are nakedThere is something burning in hereWhen it burns, I hold my own shell to my earListen for the parade when I was sevenThe man who played the bagpipes wore a skirtHe was from Scotland- I wanted to move thereWanted my spine to be the spine of an unpublished bookMy fate, the first and last pageThe day my ribcage became monkey barsFor a girl hanging on my every wordThey said “you are not allowed to love her”Tried to take me by the throatAnd teach me I was not
a boyI had to unlearn their prison speakRefuse to make wishes on the star on the sheriff’s chestI started wishes on the stars in the sky insteadI said to the the sun“Tell me about the big bang”The sun said“it hurts to become”I carry that hurt on the tip of my tongueAnd whisper bless your heart every chance I getSo my family tree can be sure I have not leftYou do not have to leave to arriveI am learning this slowlySo sometimes when I look in the mirrorMy eyes look like the holes in the shoe of the shoe shine manMy hands are busy on the wrong thingsSome days, I call my arms wingsWhile my head is in the cloudsIt will take me a few more years to learnFlying is not pushing away the groundSafety is not always safeYou can find one on every gunI am aiming to do betterThis is my bodyMy exhaustion pipe will never pass inspectionAnd still my lungs know how to breatheLike a burning mapEverytime I get lost behind the curtain of her hairYou can find me by the windowFollowing my past to a trail of bloodIn the snowThe night I opened my veinsThe doctor who stitched me up asked me if I did it for attentionFor the record, if you have ever done anything for attention