44th Floor
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โฑ๏ธ 2:45 duration
๐ ID: 9464877
๐ Lyrics
Por favor!
Por favor!
Yo, nothing makes sense
Everything's a tangled mess up inside my head
Drug dependent, I'm living on the edge
Hudsucker building, standing on the ledge
Ready to plummet to my death
My girl asking herself "Was it something that I said?"
He never did take criticism well
Official card-carrying citizen of Hell
I built a wall of sound
My citadel repel and impale
Nobody ever lived to tell the tale
Still I'm feeling like my life's a major fail
Standing on the platform
Waiting for British Rail
Throw myself on the tracks
Like I do with these raps
Where the drugs at?
A brother gotta relax
It's like he's become totally detached
Socially inept
Yet they're throwing me the snatch
Big fish, he's supposed to be a catch
Take notice how he chats
Is it poetry? Perhaps
But, they're never showing the acknowledgement for that
'Till your image get polished
Keep the policy intact
Talking industry politics with cats
Properly smashed to probably hit the bottle 'til he's lashed
Drink driving through life like Brands Hatch
No goals all season
Still he's man of the match
Crash dummy splattered on the dash
The hooded executioner brandishing the axe
Dust to dust, ashes to ash
Disappear like a dealer selling cabbage on your patch
The parasitic want to cash in on the act
Call the paramedics quick
They can try and bring him back
Before it all fades to black
Lifeless, laid on his back
Can I get an encore, por favor?
Hudsucker building
44th floor
I'm on the 44th floor
Fucked up how I'm feeling
44th floor
Can I get an encore, por favor?
Hudsucker building
44th floor
I'm on the 44th floor
Can't crack the glass ceiling
44th floor
Falling from the skies
His whole life flashed before his eyes
The many faces of who he loved and despised
Those close enough to see through my disguise
Sentimentality
My demise catalysed
No cat's eyes
Only oncoming headlights
Back-page obituary
Front-page headline
Got 'em scratching their heads like head lice
Skull about to burst, like my head's in a vice
No suicide note
So they're left to surmise
Just a glass half-empty
Except for some ice
And the ashtray
Full of roaches left behind
Now they're queuing up behind
Like Lemmings in a line
From here all the way to Palestine
72 virgins waiting in paradise
When I reach the other side, yeah
Better to die than have all my beliefs undermined
I defy on a front line seeking a divine
Seek and you shall find
Flatline
Por favor!
Yo, nothing makes sense
Everything's a tangled mess up inside my head
Drug dependent, I'm living on the edge
Hudsucker building, standing on the ledge
Ready to plummet to my death
My girl asking herself "Was it something that I said?"
He never did take criticism well
Official card-carrying citizen of Hell
I built a wall of sound
My citadel repel and impale
Nobody ever lived to tell the tale
Still I'm feeling like my life's a major fail
Standing on the platform
Waiting for British Rail
Throw myself on the tracks
Like I do with these raps
Where the drugs at?
A brother gotta relax
It's like he's become totally detached
Socially inept
Yet they're throwing me the snatch
Big fish, he's supposed to be a catch
Take notice how he chats
Is it poetry? Perhaps
But, they're never showing the acknowledgement for that
'Till your image get polished
Keep the policy intact
Talking industry politics with cats
Properly smashed to probably hit the bottle 'til he's lashed
Drink driving through life like Brands Hatch
No goals all season
Still he's man of the match
Crash dummy splattered on the dash
The hooded executioner brandishing the axe
Dust to dust, ashes to ash
Disappear like a dealer selling cabbage on your patch
The parasitic want to cash in on the act
Call the paramedics quick
They can try and bring him back
Before it all fades to black
Lifeless, laid on his back
Can I get an encore, por favor?
Hudsucker building
44th floor
I'm on the 44th floor
Fucked up how I'm feeling
44th floor
Can I get an encore, por favor?
Hudsucker building
44th floor
I'm on the 44th floor
Can't crack the glass ceiling
44th floor
Falling from the skies
His whole life flashed before his eyes
The many faces of who he loved and despised
Those close enough to see through my disguise
Sentimentality
My demise catalysed
No cat's eyes
Only oncoming headlights
Back-page obituary
Front-page headline
Got 'em scratching their heads like head lice
Skull about to burst, like my head's in a vice
No suicide note
So they're left to surmise
Just a glass half-empty
Except for some ice
And the ashtray
Full of roaches left behind
Now they're queuing up behind
Like Lemmings in a line
From here all the way to Palestine
72 virgins waiting in paradise
When I reach the other side, yeah
Better to die than have all my beliefs undermined
I defy on a front line seeking a divine
Seek and you shall find
Flatline
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.77] Por favor!
[00:10.56] Por favor!
[00:11.57] Yo, nothing makes sense
[00:13.26] Everything's a tangled mess up inside my head
[00:16.12] Drug dependent, I'm living on the edge
[00:18.61] Hudsucker building, standing on the ledge
[00:21.95] Ready to plummet to my death
[00:23.34] My girl asking herself "Was it something that I said?"
[00:26.48] He never did take criticism well
[00:28.75] Official card-carrying citizen of Hell
[00:31.49] I built a wall of sound
[00:32.62] My citadel repel and impale
[00:34.68] Nobody ever lived to tell the tale
[00:36.93] Still I'm feeling like my life's a major fail
[00:39.28] Standing on the platform
[00:40.45] Waiting for British Rail
[00:41.63] Throw myself on the tracks
[00:43.07] Like I do with these raps
[00:44.57] Where the drugs at?
[00:45.55] A brother gotta relax
[00:47.46] It's like he's become totally detached
[00:49.76] Socially inept
[00:50.75] Yet they're throwing me the snatch
[00:52.66] Big fish, he's supposed to be a catch
[00:54.62] Take notice how he chats
[00:55.99] Is it poetry? Perhaps
[00:57.33] But, they're never showing the acknowledgement for that
[00:59.95] 'Till your image get polished
[01:01.24] Keep the policy intact
[01:03.08] Talking industry politics with cats
[01:05.04] Properly smashed to probably hit the bottle 'til he's lashed
[01:08.32] Drink driving through life like Brands Hatch
[01:10.44] No goals all season
[01:11.60] Still he's man of the match
[01:13.78] Crash dummy splattered on the dash
[01:15.77] The hooded executioner brandishing the axe
[01:19.02] Dust to dust, ashes to ash
[01:20.73] Disappear like a dealer selling cabbage on your patch
[01:23.82] The parasitic want to cash in on the act
[01:25.91] Call the paramedics quick
[01:27.29] They can try and bring him back
[01:29.11] Before it all fades to black
[01:32.23] Lifeless, laid on his back
[01:34.37] Can I get an encore, por favor?
[01:36.35] Hudsucker building
[01:38.22] 44th floor
[01:40.22] I'm on the 44th floor
[01:41.68] Fucked up how I'm feeling
[01:43.09] 44th floor
[01:44.80] Can I get an encore, por favor?
[01:46.63] Hudsucker building
[01:48.96] 44th floor
[01:50.56] I'm on the 44th floor
[01:52.09] Can't crack the glass ceiling
[01:53.62] 44th floor
[01:54.28] Falling from the skies
[01:55.58] His whole life flashed before his eyes
[01:57.46] The many faces of who he loved and despised
[02:00.23] Those close enough to see through my disguise
[02:02.43] Sentimentality
[02:03.84] My demise catalysed
[02:05.17] No cat's eyes
[02:06.25] Only oncoming headlights
[02:07.79] Back-page obituary
[02:08.98] Front-page headline
[02:10.83] Got 'em scratching their heads like head lice
[02:13.06] Skull about to burst, like my head's in a vice
[02:15.50] No suicide note
[02:16.87] So they're left to surmise
[02:18.08] Just a glass half-empty
[02:19.61] Except for some ice
[02:20.77] And the ashtray
[02:21.70] Full of roaches left behind
[02:23.35] Now they're queuing up behind
[02:24.64] Like Lemmings in a line
[02:26.76] From here all the way to Palestine
[02:29.27] 72 virgins waiting in paradise
[02:32.47] When I reach the other side, yeah
[02:33.74] Better to die than have all my beliefs undermined
[02:36.38] I defy on a front line seeking a divine
[02:39.37] Seek and you shall find
[02:40.58] Flatline
[02:41.43]
[00:10.56] Por favor!
[00:11.57] Yo, nothing makes sense
[00:13.26] Everything's a tangled mess up inside my head
[00:16.12] Drug dependent, I'm living on the edge
[00:18.61] Hudsucker building, standing on the ledge
[00:21.95] Ready to plummet to my death
[00:23.34] My girl asking herself "Was it something that I said?"
[00:26.48] He never did take criticism well
[00:28.75] Official card-carrying citizen of Hell
[00:31.49] I built a wall of sound
[00:32.62] My citadel repel and impale
[00:34.68] Nobody ever lived to tell the tale
[00:36.93] Still I'm feeling like my life's a major fail
[00:39.28] Standing on the platform
[00:40.45] Waiting for British Rail
[00:41.63] Throw myself on the tracks
[00:43.07] Like I do with these raps
[00:44.57] Where the drugs at?
[00:45.55] A brother gotta relax
[00:47.46] It's like he's become totally detached
[00:49.76] Socially inept
[00:50.75] Yet they're throwing me the snatch
[00:52.66] Big fish, he's supposed to be a catch
[00:54.62] Take notice how he chats
[00:55.99] Is it poetry? Perhaps
[00:57.33] But, they're never showing the acknowledgement for that
[00:59.95] 'Till your image get polished
[01:01.24] Keep the policy intact
[01:03.08] Talking industry politics with cats
[01:05.04] Properly smashed to probably hit the bottle 'til he's lashed
[01:08.32] Drink driving through life like Brands Hatch
[01:10.44] No goals all season
[01:11.60] Still he's man of the match
[01:13.78] Crash dummy splattered on the dash
[01:15.77] The hooded executioner brandishing the axe
[01:19.02] Dust to dust, ashes to ash
[01:20.73] Disappear like a dealer selling cabbage on your patch
[01:23.82] The parasitic want to cash in on the act
[01:25.91] Call the paramedics quick
[01:27.29] They can try and bring him back
[01:29.11] Before it all fades to black
[01:32.23] Lifeless, laid on his back
[01:34.37] Can I get an encore, por favor?
[01:36.35] Hudsucker building
[01:38.22] 44th floor
[01:40.22] I'm on the 44th floor
[01:41.68] Fucked up how I'm feeling
[01:43.09] 44th floor
[01:44.80] Can I get an encore, por favor?
[01:46.63] Hudsucker building
[01:48.96] 44th floor
[01:50.56] I'm on the 44th floor
[01:52.09] Can't crack the glass ceiling
[01:53.62] 44th floor
[01:54.28] Falling from the skies
[01:55.58] His whole life flashed before his eyes
[01:57.46] The many faces of who he loved and despised
[02:00.23] Those close enough to see through my disguise
[02:02.43] Sentimentality
[02:03.84] My demise catalysed
[02:05.17] No cat's eyes
[02:06.25] Only oncoming headlights
[02:07.79] Back-page obituary
[02:08.98] Front-page headline
[02:10.83] Got 'em scratching their heads like head lice
[02:13.06] Skull about to burst, like my head's in a vice
[02:15.50] No suicide note
[02:16.87] So they're left to surmise
[02:18.08] Just a glass half-empty
[02:19.61] Except for some ice
[02:20.77] And the ashtray
[02:21.70] Full of roaches left behind
[02:23.35] Now they're queuing up behind
[02:24.64] Like Lemmings in a line
[02:26.76] From here all the way to Palestine
[02:29.27] 72 virgins waiting in paradise
[02:32.47] When I reach the other side, yeah
[02:33.74] Better to die than have all my beliefs undermined
[02:36.38] I defy on a front line seeking a divine
[02:39.37] Seek and you shall find
[02:40.58] Flatline
[02:41.43]