Boxcutter - Sin7ven: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Boxcutter

3Hip-Hop/Rap2015

Dettagli della canzone

Boxcutter è stato pubblicato il 28 ottobre 2015 da Sin7ven come parte dell'album Sleeper

28 ottobre 2015

EtichettaSin7ven

LinguaEnglish

BPM

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

Dashing outta bed, I'm rather late for my classes

It's pain in the ass, I'd rather lay on my mattress

When a teacher ask a question, I'm like Sway with the answers

Day to day in a trance, his brain escaping to stanzas

Striding with a beat in his headphones

Repeating steps leading beaten tedious dead roads

X don't mark the spot, it tells you where to be

Selling ketamine and weed, bet I'm settling my beefs

Steady stepping on his sheets, ready! Tekken on the streets

Any second on his knees, get him begging on a leash, please

I don't give a shit, it's pretty clean and simple dawg

Y'all are mental if you really deem you fit the squad

Aww, shit, I made it in time

Evaded explaining 'em why I'm late and pacing, making up lies

The blatantly faking pagan reprobate in disguise

Wait, what was the class again? A'ight, I'll have to ask a friend, right?

Sorry, um, excuse me, I don't rem'

I don't really know the class I'm in

Oh, what? No, no, I'm not, not down like, hold on

Hel-, hello?

I learned how to write pretty in cursive text

Burn a test and scientifically word a sext

Pioneer it, bite lyrics and serpent heads

The bio, I like titties and worship death

On my way to my wonderland

Head pressed against the desk

Playing with the cutter, man

I hold the blade like a lover's hand

Tapping to clattering, the shackle on my leg makes

Thinking 'bout a magnum, put a black hole in my headspace

I'm just kidding though, and shit I'd skip the rigmarole

Like, pistols ain't a thing I hold, I'd slit my throat before that

Forecast, pouring, storm chance more and rising up

Snorlax, in the back of the class, tired as fuck

Water dripping down the window that I sit beside

I'm mystified by distant lightning as the clock is killing time

And as the teacher yammers on, I think of other things

Caught up my thoughts until she's asking me how summer's been

And I wanna try to seem discreet

So I lie between my teeth, like it was nice and peachy sweet

I don't think she buys it, a'ight, at least I tried it

Eyelids sliding down, lightning strike outside in violet

Despite of sound trying catch the light and color

Ask his silent lover why she always blurry, in a hurry

I learned how to write pretty in cursive text

Burn a test and scientifically word a sext

Pioneer it, bite lyrics and serpent heads

The bio, I like titties and worship death

On my way to my wonderland

Head pressed against the desk

Playing with the cutter, man

I hold the blade like a lover's hand

Someone shakes me awake at lunchtime

Make my way to a table, I'm jaded, tongue-tied

The kitchen prolly thinks we love the taste of dung flies

A'ight, I'm a jolly ray of sunshine

Reflected off the blades of swung knives

Wonder what a cut away of our inhaling lungs likes

Like I'm trying to juggle my internal organs

Fire in my belly, suffer nigh infernal torments

But beyond exaggeration

My attitude is bad in need of constant calibration

On that balance shaking act, stumble into class

Hands, fumble in my pants, cash crumpled in my hands

Mans trying to eyeball me, rhymes all he needed

Trying to kill my habits, but they die hard, a phoenix

Five stars, high bars, by far the meanest

The style turns the Nile red and skies dark in Egypt

What does that mean? Um

I don't know, it's like, it's like

I don't know

Written by: Leo Elias Päivänsalo

Footer Shazam

Seleziona lingua:

Azienda

Legale

Chrome Web Store

Galaxy Store

Seguici

© Copyright 2026 Apple Inc. e società affiliate | Responsabilità del fornitore

Loading...