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Tomb Video (MV)




Performed By: Phi Kenzie
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Philip MacKenzie




Phi Kenzie - Tomb Lyrics




Thunder everywhere feel the sun on my hair
The heat can defeat us hanging feet in the air
Kick, snap, relax, 'cause you'll make no moves soon
But for now smoke an O and only think of your tomb

Hear the bell ringing that's the singing of freedom
I see the empty halls fill with the children of demons
Keep my room clean fill my schedule with scheming
Screaming from the roof just a loser who's dreaming
I may be sleeping through class but have a blast I still passed
If you laughed at my ass now I laugh you're the last
Thought I think of in fact you're forgot in the past
May be lost but I'm glad while you cross finger pads
If you think that I'm crass, well relax, don't get drastic
Had ride by's by high school with a gat, made of plastic
Nerf on your turf ride a razor away
Shut the school down for the rest of the day
The best speech and debate in the country they say
The rest leech off our greatness or stunned in our wake
Stressed by preachers of ratings who shun if not won
If you're losing hon, you're choosing fun to run from the one

Thunder never there feel no sun on my hair
The heat can't defeat us put your feet in the air
Kick back, relax, 'cause you'll make a move soon
And for now smoke an O and don't think of your tomb

Take the day to doubt don't say that you'll stay
Make your way out from the place where you pray
For a better life route than the blood that you bleed
For that you'll need more greed than the speaker of Thneeds
Another teen seen taut 'round the neck with a rope
An obscene scene taught by my momma to cope
Gotta dream big if you want out of this town
Or be deemed a bigot, picket, zip your mouth and sit down
Renowned for racists and abasements of basic birth rights
Filled with hatred but we phrase it as chasing delight
Saying 'Lopes up' while coked up so f*ck class won't show up
We smoke up get hopes up that you're lucky ass won't throw up
In front of the grown ups who get all of our respect
When our debt has been blown up and economy is wrecked
Check the blunt if it's sewn up then forget it feel effects
Maybe once we'll even own up to the people we affect
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Thunder everywhere feel the sun on my hair
The heat can defeat us hanging feet in the air
Kick, snap, relax, 'cause you'll make no moves soon
But for now smoke an O and only think of your tomb

Hear the bell ringing that's the singing of freedom
I see the empty halls fill with the children of demons
Keep my room clean fill my schedule with scheming
Screaming from the roof just a loser who's dreaming
I may be sleeping through class but have a blast I still passed
If you laughed at my ass now I laugh you're the last
Thought I think of in fact you're forgot in the past
May be lost but I'm glad while you cross finger pads
If you think that I'm crass, well relax, don't get drastic
Had ride by's by high school with a gat, made of plastic
Nerf on your turf ride a razor away
Shut the school down for the rest of the day
The best speech and debate in the country they say
The rest leech off our greatness or stunned in our wake
Stressed by preachers of ratings who shun if not won
If you're losing hon, you're choosing fun to run from the one

Thunder never there feel no sun on my hair
The heat can't defeat us put your feet in the air
Kick back, relax, 'cause you'll make a move soon
And for now smoke an O and don't think of your tomb

Take the day to doubt don't say that you'll stay
Make your way out from the place where you pray
For a better life route than the blood that you bleed
For that you'll need more greed than the speaker of Thneeds
Another teen seen taut 'round the neck with a rope
An obscene scene taught by my momma to cope
Gotta dream big if you want out of this town
Or be deemed a bigot, picket, zip your mouth and sit down
Renowned for racists and abasements of basic birth rights
Filled with hatred but we phrase it as chasing delight
Saying 'Lopes up' while coked up so f*ck class won't show up
We smoke up get hopes up that you're lucky ass won't throw up
In front of the grown ups who get all of our respect
When our debt has been blown up and economy is wrecked
Check the blunt if it's sewn up then forget it feel effects
Maybe once we'll even own up to the people we affect
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Writer: Philip MacKenzie
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