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Daniel Nass - Close/Encounters lyrics

Artist: Daniel Nass

album: Dumpster Diving


Don't believe in god
But I pray to them
Are they listening
What I say to them
Wanna make peace with dad
And quit freaking out
Speak my truth more
There's no need to shout
If I need to shout
Then I'll find my words
Then I'll breath it out
Till it fucking hurts
Til I'm poppin off
And I'm fucking hot
As wasabi on
The hibachi top
Then
I'll find all words i been looking for
It wont be no challenge like fuck a chore
I'll get all this shit off my chest
Like I'm reaching the peak of I'm crest
And I'm screaming the rest is irrelevant
Ain't even needed it
Talk about closure
And see me achieving it
Beating the odds
Till they in oblivion
Feeling like god
To the mob of the fiending kids
I'm gonna get everything that I'm seeking and crush anyone in my path
I do this from spite cuz they used to laugh
Now they gon act nice try to scratch on my back
I ain't scratching them back
What a blast from the past to see you here
Used to think you an ass and hate you in class
But now I smoke grass and i know you gon pass me
Whatever you're rolling up
Know it some potent stuff
Listened to picnic and noticed you growing up
Think of the kids tho you know you controlling em
Be a bit nicer a little less vulgar
And I know you'll be blowing up
Fuck that
Cuz it won't be me blowing up
See the blinding light
The night gets cold
When the ship comes down
Seem like time get froze
You wouldn't believe me
You wouldn't believe me
When the timings right
I'll join that glow
I'll see new heights
When I leave my home
You wouldn't believe me
You wouldn't believe me
See the blinding light
The night gets cold
When the ship comes down
Seem like time get froze
You wouldn't believe me
You wouldn't believe me
When the timings right
I'll join that glow
I'll see new heights
When I leave my home
You wouldn't believe me
You wouldn't believe me
Gotta make it to the summer
I'll be sad on thru the spring
Friends ain't think I'm a bummer
"He's just going thru some things"
This shit happens every season
For a reason I can't think
I just write off my problems
Deal em better with a drink
In my hand, it's in a glass
It passes through my lips
Hits the pearls, my tongue
It goes past my esophagus
Gotta wet my pallets
Look they stacked to the ceiling
Anything to help the masking
Of the less appealing feelings
Building bridges to burn em
Anti-socialite learning
To fake a smile, ya heard him
Ain't been smiling earnest
Think they starting to notice
Been revealing my trauma
So when I'm saying I'm fine
I ain't saying nada
Survivors guilt is a bitch
Don't know what i been thru
Should prolly lay on the couch
Sort out my issues
But I ain't trust in no shrink
But I can trust in that drink
Cuz when I dive in the ocean
It's cuz I know I can sink
I think
I been walking on some dead leaves
Snow melt like the feelings i felt
Now I'm just walking on these dead leaves
It's like a tree found my noose or my belt
Now I'm just walking on these dead leaves
How can there be so many dead leaves
So every time you go outside
And everything has died
It happens for a reason you cant cheat it
Thats just life
Just rake up all them dead leaves
But then you wake up to more dead leaves

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