Текст (слова) песни: Organized Konfusion - Invetro

Verse one

Two weeks before my old man busted up in her

My moms never walked slow

Now she smoke crack, sit back, and listen to talk shows

I hope she dont eat pork fried rice tonight

See, the cholesterol already got my arteries tight

I might select even before she injects her lethal chemicals

To wrap the umbilical cords around my neck

Shit, Im pissin in the abdomen

Two and a half weeks old, already thoughts of stabbin men

Unravelin plots and plans for thievin and shit

Immune to the gospel, not believin in shit

Where the fuck do I go from here?

Cuz when the afterbirth disperse its hard to persevere

I swear I cant fuck with it

She hits about two packs of cigarettes a day and Im stuck with it

The asthmatic, internally scarred from crack addicts

Who share needles outside in the rain on kraftmatics

And laugh at it

I guess for them it seems funny but soon

I be the nigga who kills for petty money presume

Inside this temple of doom we throw the womb

I bloom to be emitted in june, considered a coon

Livin my life incomplete though

On the edge of destruction, invetro

Chorus (x2)

Id rather not be born

Than to be scorned in this world of hate

Where life escape me and stick me like thorn

Wild like child porn

-ography, the autobi of the unborn

Verse two

Overshadowed in darkness where curiosity is my light

Fear it but very coherent that theres a fifty percent chance that I might

Not make it in spite of the fact, its my life

And cant take it, knowin that Im losin this fight

To contradiction

The love with the hatred inviting friction

Umbilically inflicted, watchin my life go down like christion

Understand mommy dearest is confused right now

But my faith brings us through someway, somehow

From now I vow to invest the livin, bow only to god

The cokes tokes and tell-lie-vision violence already got me scarred

Disregard what the devil allowed on my set

This citys number one threat, huh

Bet I could probably run for mayor on some shit like that one day

Or get my hustle on, just like my dad, quiet as kept for the long stay

Flow as a positive form to first step

I want some friends and a ill-ass fuckin neighbourhood rep

600 benz gooseneck with a nakamichi system in it

Graduated from a rookie, rolled-up windows tinted

Desire presented for ice cream, big wheels, local rented movies

From power rangers, lion king, toy story and goonies

But the bomb, at least thats what I heard

Beyond my 9 to 5s I write a dope rap song

But with your insides gone the vision is frail

Dreams cant set sail

From all that unprotected sex and cold ballantyne ales

Oh well, I still prevail, God always has something in store for me

Outside this hell, move on

Torn in the eyes of allah, scorned when the dawn distortion upon

My abortion clinic visit in the morn

Chorus (x2)

Id rather be born, shine as the true and livin

Spawned to live this gift to the fullest, shit is on

Still rethinkin my position until Im gone

Mission is to elevate mind

Glisten, destined forever, weather the storm

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Organized Konfusion - Invetro Verse one Two weeks before my old man busted up in her My moms never walked slow Now she smoke crack, sit back, and listen to talk shows I hope she dont eat pork fried rice tonight See, the cholesterol already got my arteries tight I might select even before she injects her lethal chemicals To wrap the umbilical cords around my neck Shit, Im pissin in the abdomen Two and a half weeks old, already thoughts of stabbin men Unravelin plots and plans for thievin and shit Immune to the gospel, not believin in shit Where the fuck do I go from here? Cuz when the afterbirth disperse its hard to persevere I swear I cant fuck with it She hits about two packs of cigarettes a day and Im stuck with it The asthmatic, internally scarred from crack addicts Who share needles outside in the rain on kraftmatics And laugh at it I guess for them it seems funny but soon I be the nigga who kills for petty money presume Inside this temple of doom we throw the womb I bloom to be emitted in june, considered a coon Livin my life incomplete though On the edge of destruction, invetro Chorus (x2) Id rather not be born Than to be scorned in this world of hate Where life escape me and stick me like thorn Wild like child porn -ography, the autobi of the unborn Verse two Overshadowed in darkness where curiosity is my light Fear it but very coherent that theres a fifty percent chance that I might Not make it in spite of the fact, its my life And cant take it, knowin that Im losin this fight To contradiction The love with the hatred inviting friction Umbilically inflicted, watchin my life go down like christion Understand mommy dearest is confused right now But my faith brings us through someway, somehow From now I vow to invest the livin, bow only to god The cokes tokes and tell-lie-vision violence already got me scarred Disregard what the devil allowed on my set This citys number one threat, huh Bet I could probably run for mayor on some shit like that one day Or get my hustle on, just like my dad, quiet as kept for the long stay Flow as a positive form to first step I want some friends and a ill-ass fuckin neighbourhood rep 600 benz gooseneck with a nakamichi system in it Graduated from a rookie, rolled-up windows tinted Desire presented for ice cream, big wheels, local rented movies From power rangers, lion king, toy story and goonies But the bomb, at least thats what I heard Beyond my 9 to 5s I write a dope rap song But with your insides gone the vision is frail Dreams cant set sail From all that unprotected sex and cold ballantyne ales Oh well, I still prevail, God always has something in store for me Outside this hell, move on Torn in the eyes of allah, scorned when the dawn distortion upon My abortion clinic visit in the morn Chorus (x2) Id rather be born, shine as the true and livin Spawned to live this gift to the fullest, shit is on Still rethinkin my position until Im gone Mission is to elevate mind Glisten, destined forever, weather the storm Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Invetro: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/114/1/4286.html Все тексты песен: Organized Konfusion » Organized Konfusion - Move » Organized Konfusion - Releasing Hypnotical Gases » Organized Konfusion - Black Sunday » Organized Konfusion - Sin » Organized Konfusion - Prisoners of War » Organized Konfusion - Soundman » Organized Konfusion - Maintain » Organized Konfusion - Stray Bullet » Organized Konfusion - Roosevelt Franklin » Organized Konfusion - Keep It Koming » Organized Konfusion - Somehow, Someway » Organized Konfusion - Walk Into the Sun (Remix) » Organized Konfusion - Simon Says » Organized Konfusion - 3-2-1 » Organized Konfusion - Lets Organize » Organized Konfusion - Shugah Shorty » Organized Konfusion - The Rough Side of Town (South Side) » Organized Konfusion - Intro » Organized Konfusion - Intro * » Organized Konfusion - To the Essence (Bonus Track) Рекомендуем скачать: » Звуки МУ, Петр Мамонов - Сумасшедшая королева » Зинур Миналиев - Считалочка » Зинур Миналиев - Песня автомобилиста » Застольные песни - Почему, отчего » Застольные песни - Не жалею, не зову, не плачу » Зоопарк, Майк Науменко - Мария » Земфира - Блюз » Застольные песни - Голубая тайга » Зоя Ященко - Зной » Застольные песни - Три танкиста » Зинур Миналиев - Трактат о культуре и о себе » Земфира - Гаражи » Звуки МУ, Петр Мамонов - Темный Му » Зверобой - Это я » Земфира - Разные (все такие) » Зимовье Зверей - Ночи без мягких знаков » Зинур Миналиев - Домашняя » Зоя Ященко - Музыка » Застольные песни - Поезда » Звуки МУ, Петр Мамонов - Наташа
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