I'd give a twenty one gunshot salute. With a toy rifle that you bought me but it won't shoot. And all is well because there's been one too many shots.
(verse). Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost. scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts. My head's close to your closet door..
Sun set and sun rise I'm my own personal light show. Flipping switches...moving from basin bottoms to plateaus. The Earth...manipulates itself beneath me.
[Chorus]. Can I kick it? (yes you can) {*3X*}. Well I'm gone (go on then). . Can I kick it,to all my people who get wicked like Sage does. before this did you know what my real name was.
Author: Sage Francis. . We walk as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured footprints/. Now here she comes...walking through the door...giving that look. Since/.
Had I known then what I know now. Had I thought now what I knew then... I might still be human. with all the little stupid fix-ins. As I fix sins and vixens vick souls.
(Chorus). Shes a fairy with broken wings. I used to watch her perform. And if she hears me I hope she sings songs. That had me going right back. Couldn't find anyone in town to talk.
Maze broken. She's runnin'. Feet swollen. He's commin'. She's stolen. . And before he even knows it she's gone.. Tea cups sittin' on the hollow tree stumps.
Tonight I'm in the mood for some unscheduled affection. Spontaneous combustion...I'm playing with my fire inside. Burning my inner child blackened his skin to the tint of his sweatshirt.
AUTHOR: Sage Francis. . Now I know it ain't right, but I decided I hadta' /. Us poets paint life, but don't get recognized till afta' /. So I faked my own death just to see what would happen /.
AUTHOR: Sage Francis. . Chorus. . Verse One:. . Who wants to play a game? /. Game Boy /. Boy George /. George Bush /. Bush pie /. Pie plate /. Plate Tectonics /.
Day one, I played with her blood. Day two, left her face bruised and we called it making love. Day three, her blood played with me. Dirty talk caught me off guard.
The sun flies through the sky, leaves darkness in its wake. And now I hear the hellhounds barking at the gate. To be honest, sometimes I want you to relate.
I am nothing but a shell of the man i once was. so you could put me to your ear. and actually hear yester-year's ocean. . I was in shape then. A much better built body.
(Spreej). Van een diepe tekst naar een meezinger. Van een fuck you maak ik twee vingers. Van een visie en een rijm. Naar geloven wat ik zeg. Omdat ik zie wat ik bereik, broer.
Verse 1.. I need it right now, I'm impulsive, she wanna give me all she got like a hold up. She shooting off at the mouth head holster. I'm shooting back, It's a stand off, homegirl, body like a vacay, can I get a brochure? She said Are you really from New York? I said "Ya body from the UK? so when I touch ya, Do I need a passport?" My future look good, fast forward. She said I stole her heart, no I asked for it. And the flow's on steroids, MINE, But there's a app for it. I'm young pretty and a asshole, ghostwriter, Dan Aykroyd. Missile launch, destroy- Target? Box, I don't mean Floyd..
DU SIEHST NICHT WER ICH BIN UND DU WIRST ES AUCH NIE SEHEN. ICH WILL MICH NICHT ERKLÄREN ICH MUß JETZT EIGENE WEGE GEHEN. WIR STEHEN UNS NUR IM WEG ICH KANN UND WILL DIR NIX MEHR GEBEN.
Ey yo, ich. wend mich an dich weil ich. ehrlich glaub das ich. rausgefunden hab was die. Welt jetzt braucht. Denn so. schnell ich lauf irgendwas. hlt mich auf und so.
Ich will versuchen zu beschreiben, wie es ist zwischen uns beiden. Auf daß die, die uns meiden, uns nicht leiden können, uns beneiden. In schlechten Zeiten werden wir zueinander stehen..