Nespan Doric

Nespan Doric

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Unique - Unclassified | Petropavlovsk-Kamchatskiy, Russian Federation
Total Song Plays: 30   
Member Since: 2011
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Plays:

7

Song Description

Feeling quite lonely in X-mas, I put up some of my feelings and wrapped it up in rap.

Lyrics

Another three hundred and sixty five days vanished away. [faded]
Like I just sold 'em off at e-bay. Uncountable snowflakes convey the strange atmosphere of event. Supposed to be merriment, supposed to uphold the trend everyone tends to believe in.
They say "happy new year", but that just can't happen. Even if you're wearing the beard.

Put a smile on my face. Check that style around by sight.
Well, it's "jingle bells", right?
Ingle spreads light.
Mingles dark'n'white,
Candles smell quite unusual
This single night. [Hah]

Endless trash rotating on cable channels
A Fusion of Family films, Concerts & Scandals.
I take a look at the backyard, is that a new chapter?
I'm alone in a café and I won't call though I'm apt to.
You don't know that I'm apt to.

Where will I be at Christmas
Where will I meet new year
going home or maybe In taxi to somewhere
Where will I be at Christmas
Where will I meet new year
Under a plaid
I'll be where I'm at
I'll be where I'm at

On this Christmas will I wear a mask of everything going ok?
The air is fresh to the crystals but I still feel like I suffocate.
And everything's not that good it used to be in the childhood.
And we grow older, I feel crossing the boarders.
I got tough as a boulder but still need a shoulder
I ain't told 'er.
It's invisible meaning, inseizable feeling
Good evening, Greg, miserable being.
Thoughts of a ticket to wherever that's my attitude. Now
What's the altitude, sir, what's the altitude?
Still I'd be perfectly well to spend it with three or four tonics & cointreau
Send to the chronics my self-control and Sing.
I'll buy you a gift and that won't mean anything.
It won't mean anything.

Where will I be at Christmas
Where will I meet new year
going home or maybe In taxi to somewhere
Where will I be at Christmas
Where will I meet new year
Under a plaid
I'll be where I'm at
I'll be where I'm at

Song Length
2:52
Genre
Rap - General
Tempo / Feel
Medium Slow (91 - 110)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Moods
Relaxed, Peaceful

Subject Matter
Holidays

Language
English
Era
2000 and later

Lyric Credits Gregory Doro
Music Credits Gregory Doro
Producer Credits Gregory Doro
Publisher Credits Gregory Doro
Performance Credits Gregory Doro