Pause Lyrics - Singles - Cal Scruby

V1 

I wrote this when I was speeding, I think I mean it 

I was drinking with my demons, started signing agreements 

And every morning now, I'm forced to say the Pledge of Allegiance 

To a nation that's under satan, hoping God can redeem us 

All I really need is Freedom of Speech and a pad and pencil 

Preferably mechanical, #2, with a stencil 

I write until the verses are perfect, it isn't working 

I listened to the radio, I guess the words are worthless 

It sound like they conversing in cursive, they got me 

Yelling curse words when church is in service, I'm tryna 

Blow up like a middle-eastern insurgent 

Give me some virgins; if not, I'ma need a bottle of Jergens 

HOOK 

Man I feel you - pause 

Round of applause 

For those staying down for the cause 

Break bread with the same motherfuckers down to break laws 

Break it down, roll it up in Raws 

Hey, let me hit that - pause 

Round of applause 

For those staying down for the cause 

Break bread with the same motherfuckers down to break laws 

Break it down, roll it up in Raws 

V2 

I wrote this when I was sober, you think I'm joking 

I'm used to blacking out and just blocking out my emotions 

A little smoking fixes everything that's broken 

If you're feeling all your feelings, take a dose of the potion 

Abracadabra, now shit don't even matter 

You don't got the grey matter that can handle my data 

Had to break it down for you like it's all mathematics 

They know how to lose money, just don't know how to add it 

Applause and laughter for the small-in-stature 

Fast-talking, honest rapper who's an awkward dapper 

Every time I try to dance, I'm getting called a cracker 

Even my girl wish I was tall and blacker 

HOOK 

V3 

I wrote this when I was drunk and high at the same time 

If I needed, couldn't even walk a straight line 

I can't lie, it's something I can't hide 

I'm drunk and I can't drive this truck and it ain't mine 

I ain't signed, I mean I could if I wanted to 

They see your Twitter followers and tell you they loving you 

Put one or two offers on the table in front of you 

Then they cut the budget down when they discover another you 

Only more commercial, not as controversial with the verses 

A younger, dumber group of fans with credit cards to purchase 

That's how they always get you, man; they pitch the perfect picture 

Then it finally hits you, this about the richest getting richer 

HOOK