Plastic Lyrics - Pm Dawn

Prince, sing another song, it's written on your face 

Instead I put pressure on the whole damn place 

I never liked running through the crowd with no proof 

So now I gotta flex in the steps of the truth 

Forever hearing Prince has to stick to his kind 

Prince make a love song about a tech 9 

I thought Prince be had to be Prince be 

Yet they wanna riff when they find I disagree 

With that dog eat dog, I'm a get mine 

Even if I'm stepin' on your frame of mind 

You can ring things where the ringin' things at 

But Prince be thinks it's widdack 

So now I'm accused of spikin' the punch 

And I'll be the scapegoat for fakin' the funk 

But when they set up another prime time beef 

What's hard at first but melts in the heat 

They call that plastic, what 

Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what 

Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what 

Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what 

Shake it up over here 

Plastic, plastic, plastic, plastic 

Lord, what they wanna serve me now 

A cup of dried rainbows and a dark cloud 

You wanna picture me as you well, no way 

See I'm into innovations okay 

Don't you know they itchy itchy me 

When they itchy itchy you 

Passin' off the mic through the kissy kissy crew 

What else can display through a mind that's foul 

Can the politics show you how, come on now 

I refused to be used as an under cover clone 

Or even bad to the bone 

Nocturna caps an, uh oh, persona 

That calculate traits that do what you wanna what 

Tic toc me for the crazy fliz 

Do you really want to know what a sellout is 

Did you ever see a feather that could break a nut 

They melt every time you heat'em up 

Because they're plastic, what 

Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what 

Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what 

Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what 

Shake it up over here 

Plastic, plastic, plastic, plastic 

I don't know hip hop, what's this? 

What's this? You know but what's this? 

What's this? See what I'm sayin' 

Save the snakes because you can't find me 

You treat me right, I'll be good to you 

Whatever's clever for the scapegoat's toys 

The most superficial, sacrificial 

Interincarnational costume ever 

And that's called plastic and that's foul, plastic 

I'll be the scapegoat, plastic and that's foul, plastic 

I'll be the sellout, plastic but that's foul, plastic 

I'll be the wick wick wack, plastic but that's foul, plastic 

Plastic 

Plastic 

Plastic 

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