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Blown Out
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Blown Out was released on October 28, 2010 by Evil Ebenezer Music as a part of the album Evil Eye
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Release DateOctober 28, 2010
LabelEvil Ebenezer Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM55

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Evil Ebenezer
Evil Ebenezer
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gaelan Bleasdale
Gaelan Bleasdale
Songwriter

Lyrics

If you're out there let me know
Cause I got nowhere to go
And I'm all alone, tryna find my way home
Nobody told my folks, that I weren't coming back
That's a fact, I made my pact
With my pack
And then I made my tracks
Small storms crossed the county line
I lost my legs not my mind
Not until I was ever in your place
Then I felt that I could be fine
That's to be me, yeah
Yeah baby that's the evil eye, something real to find
Stand up and believe it, baby come on reach for the sky
Keep searching until the stars are left
To the end where we first met
To the farthest darkest corner of the galaxy-xy-xy
Times one I've lost, kinda been hard to handle
Friends gone, family dropped, kinda been hard to channel
I go to bed every night with the fear that
I might not wake up again, wake up again
I go to bed every night with the fear that
I might not wake up again, wake up again
Blown out, rolling again, smoking it, holding it in
Baby don't go with them, you don't know what kinda trouble they in
I'm blown out, rolling again, smoking it, holding it in
Baby don't go with them, you don't know what kinda trouble they in
I chilled up north, on a ranch
Helped out in the summers
Picked up hay bales, sat along the porch
Watched lightning storms, crossed with the thunder
Coyotes conniving, their grills are smiling
The sounds of the night, I find it hypno-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ypnotizing
My skin was itchy from the bug bites
I'm that kid that the bugs like
I'll be back around town mid May, don't worry what the kids say
I'm on a different look this summer: clean sweaters, no mustard
No I've never been a clever machine
I'm more of a brute, not really in the scene
Name's Trash, veins smashed
Sleeping in the sand, waves crash
Pain doesn't have to last
I just sit back and laugh
I'm in my own world, escaped to my paradise
Smash up the hash, cash out in the paradise
I'm straight up slip n' slidin', grip n' grindin', yeah uh uh
Unaware of the sounds, take the stairs to the clouds
Move my mouth, speak without
Love's one thing that you you you can't live without
And I am am am the other one, yeah yeah yeah
I'm sadden, I miss the getaway van
I needed a getaway plan
The hawk in the heavens, yeah, the angels in the can
My grandad with his stallion, not really just a quarter horse
My sister held me down, when my family got a divorce
Written by: Gaelan Bleasdale
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