Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Killing Time’ by (hed) p.e.. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of (hed) p.e. or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Baby, I am a survivor
Baby, I’m on fire
Baby, about to creep up beside ya
Getting high all day, drinking whiskey all night
Flipping of the police when them tricks pass by
I’m that fool next door, always late with his rent
I’m that loser on the couch, watching Springer, getting head
Dreaming about a better time, better place, better life
Looking for that quick fix, and tweakin all night
Just killing time
Kiss that world goodbye
Its all over now
Nothing is over now
God knows I try
But no one understands me
The black sheep of the family
My enemies – they try to over take me
Burning and looting till Babylon break me
Look me in the eyes baby, ride with me
I can take it there baby, ride with me
I know what you want, where you live, what you need
I can make it real, hold it down, feel you bleed
Just killing time
I keep my eyes on the stars
That’s where I come from
Belt of Orion
Son of the Sun God
You know my name, I’m a Conqueror
The Lion
King, Ka Maya Maya come
Twenty Twelve, come twelve tribes, come twelve strengths, come twelve lives
Twelve steps, twelve months, twelve motherfuckers
All make bail, kicked cause of crowded jails
Sex and violence sells
Twelve serial killers, twelve dead without a trail or a trace
It’s prime time, the fight night, pay per view, suicide, the bee sting
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