F-POS - No Cause - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — F-POS - No Cause lyrics

Artist: F-POS

album: Golden Century Group

A hat with no home
A head with no train
There's no reservation at the hotel I sit
But I sit anyway
Theres a standing ovation
But I don't hear her applause
She's stuck in the woodwork
In the backstage there's a patient
We're nursing No Cause
I got keen I got cold I got spit turnt & wired
High rise bleedem young
Its a shot to the face in the last winning race
High rise bleed in the dumb
I break upon entry
Cuz thats my home
I'm not yours to play with
You're ten feet short
I'm paper cut stone
The sadman's guitar kept the jewels in the basement
This tables not steady - the fatman got tall
There's stains in the papers
In the street demonstrations
White callin' black kettle thug
I got keen I got cold I got spit turnt & wired
High rise bleedem young
Its a shot to the face in the last winning race
High rise bleed in the dumb
I turnt six off the rail
And your mugs in the mail
High rise burning tongue
If the cops don't call
Leave them framed on the wall
High rise New World Come
Im holding on, so easily, but to act upon, makes me heavy

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