[verse:]. chchch-children put on your angry faces. mothers hide your daughters. i've been busy burning bridges hovering over troubled waters. city folk'll never understand the country mouse's jokes.
We put the F U back in fun, serve it up with a smile. You ain't heard this type of stuff in a while. I want your ears right now, ante up, buck stops here.
I'm just an oxymoron in a song when I'm straight bent. Intoxicated on sobriety, irony makes sense. I'm tryin' to make a livin', you diein' to pay the rent.
She reached her hand out with a pamphlet and I politely said "No, Ma'am". I mean no disrespect and I apologize if this fucks up your program. You tell me I'm gonna burn for lying but the heat can turn water to wine.
Now who you know leave the scene. Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock. Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace. I make a mess you dissect it and make sense of it.
Where do you go when you leave me alone. Is there someone else or somewhere else. You go to when you walk out the door. And if words were enough. Enough to hold you here.
I guess I'm guilty 'til proven innocent. And I'll be gone before they know what I hit em' with. And this predicament is pure coincidence. Oh, brother here comes another incident.
I don't need no publisher. I don't need no record label. I don't need no business man. My songs aren't for sale. Hey you standing there. And you climbing up my stairs.
I knew this kid named Alberto. Funny style cat and his girl looked like a turtle. Not Lisa Turtle just a turtle. High school track he ran the hurtle. .
You must know how it feels to belong. Yes you, the fortunate one : So much in demand. So much in want. Maybe you can't see the light in my angle. But I can and I know how it feels.
I love the colorful clothes she wears. And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair. I hear the sound of a gentle word. On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air.
Come take a look inside my head!. Where there used to be sharp meadows. below the painted windows. now there's only shadows. that go where the wind goes.
Travis been known to spit lyrical backflips on tracks with skate kicks. Osiris had the flyest but I'm all about Axion, Verbal bigspin. I Crooked grind your melon for not listenin',.
You walk the earth for simple pleasures. You're a little green and your love is blue. And the fact that you can walk out on me. Proves the rule : Your love's not true.
I knew this kid named Alberto, funny style cat. And his girl looked like a turtle. Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle. High school track, he ran the hurdle.
Young boy soldier's got everything he needs. He's got a gun on his shoulder. and a badge on his sleeve. He's got boots and grenades. and knitted mittens that his mother made him.
Let the bass make your spine jerk, drums make your ears hurt,. Hear me deliverin' this phat ass verse, been puttin' in work,. Eventually I'll master the craft and sit back, grab the phone and tell the boss to kiss my ass,.
I remember way back when. We'd walk barefoot in the sand. Nothing could ever stop us. But, we never stopped to think and who cared about tomorrow. Days that summer stained.
Somewhere somebody is sometimes. Thinking something 'bout somebody else. Somehow, w've got to get these people together. Velvet's laying in her lover's arms.