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What I Can't Describe Lyrics
Let the funky beat blaze!
I take my last breath
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe
You said money can't buy me love and that's true
But money can buy me drugs so that's cool
The best of the worst skinhead Rob one and only fully loaded
Riding dirty and I'm feeling kinda lonely
Of a wet one throw back dip in the fifth
Punch drunk with a pistol so I'll probably miss
Any chance that I have to turn my house to a home
Times up, game's over, I'm dying alone
I take my last breath
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe
That's what it is it ain't me to complain
Cut kakies brown chucks white t-shirts and braids
Boo Ya Tribe unexplainable gang
transplanted but i came
west forward so let it flame
they love the music
so let the funky beat blaze
we keep it G'd up
with the heat up
Royal crown, tequila
six trey with the usos
puffin on the silver black guerrilla
on a Saturday after noon
alpines 808 go boom soo oo owee
For the G's and the harmony
I take my last breath
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe
Cause everyone's victim
And everyone's a target
And everyone's an enemy
The reason that I spark it
In this life I got everything I wanted
Money and fame but I don't flaunt it
Walk through the state undaunted
State of California but the state is haunted
Nine o'clock, ten o'clock, now we're gone
Ain't gonna stop till the early morn
Ain't gonna stop till the break of dawn
I got my crew coming over now I know its on
From the land of the lost where the good die young
Got yer son smoked out in the hood buying guns
Not the first or the last time test me and I'll blast mine
Neighbor versus neighbor and its killing as a past time
I've heard it all before and nope Im not buying
The biggest and the baddest get broke im not lying
I could get get it next you could get it right now
I roll with Samoans, if you want I'll show you how
I take my last breath
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe
But money can buy me drugs so that's cool
The best of the worst skinhead Rob one and only fully loaded
Riding dirty and I'm feeling kinda lonely
Of a wet one throw back dip in the fifth
Punch drunk with a pistol so I'll probably miss
Any chance that I have to turn my house to a home
Times up, game's over, I'm dying alone
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe
Cut kakies brown chucks white t-shirts and braids
Boo Ya Tribe unexplainable gang
transplanted but i came
west forward so let it flame
they love the music
so let the funky beat blaze
we keep it G'd up
with the heat up
Royal crown, tequila
six trey with the usos
puffin on the silver black guerrilla
on a Saturday after noon
alpines 808 go boom soo oo owee
For the G's and the harmony
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe
And everyone's a target
And everyone's an enemy
The reason that I spark it
Money and fame but I don't flaunt it
Walk through the state undaunted
State of California but the state is haunted
Nine o'clock, ten o'clock, now we're gone
Ain't gonna stop till the early morn
Ain't gonna stop till the break of dawn
I got my crew coming over now I know its on
Got yer son smoked out in the hood buying guns
Not the first or the last time test me and I'll blast mine
Neighbor versus neighbor and its killing as a past time
I've heard it all before and nope Im not buying
The biggest and the baddest get broke im not lying
I could get get it next you could get it right now
I roll with Samoans, if you want I'll show you how
It's like I'm dead inside
It's like I'm past it
It's what I can't describe
Song Info
Submitted by
tallgrl45 On Jul 28, 2005
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I think i know what this song is about I think this song is about the feeling of smoking or/and getting high. I know that Travis Barker smokes weed but im not sure about the others.
first:
"I take my last breath It's like I'm dead inside It's like I'm past it It's what I can't describe"
im guesing breathing in the weed and almost feeling dead inside and when he says " It's like I'm past it" its like some people smoke to get passed hard times or feelings, and when he says "Its what i can't describe" its like the feeling of getting high is a feeling like no other, like something you can't describe but only feel.
then
"You said money can't buy me love and that's true But money can buy me drugs so that's cool"
well that obvious
then
"Cause everyone's victim And everyone's a target And everyone's an enemy The reason that I spark it"
because of all of these things and problems about everys one, its the reason why he sparks it and i think when he says that he means lighting his weed.
"Got yer son smoked out in the hood buying guns"
again "smoked"
I'm not sure about "puffin on the silver black guerrilla"
but it might be sum snoking thing or slang, i dont know.
I'm not sure if this is what the song is about, hey it might be completely different, i really dont know but no matter what this song kicks ass and is awsome!!!
sorry if this is a wrong interpritation but it was mine :)
i dont smoke so im not sure if every things correct,
Rock on Transplants!!!
Good job...
Rob Aston is a major pothead. This song is him basically saying "I smoke weed because I hate everyone."
Hell, that's the reason alot of people use as much as they do.
But yes, you are correct, this song is about drugs, but what he's trying to say is that everyone sucks. "The reason that I spark it."
I don't really know what this song is about, but its a cool summer beat and i think its a kickass song
Peace out
I think this song is about a guy who is thinking about killing himself.
I could be wrong though..
Good noise.
this song's weird. good, but weird.
I think this song is about doing time in prison. The overall impression is regret isolation and hopelessness.