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Follow Me Snippet Verse Lyrics - Singles - Sage Francis

The secretive type 

I like to creep in the night 

But I speak under my breath to be polite 

I'm talking about you 

Unconspicuous keep killing that sweet feeling 

The mystique's building 

I only speak to the freakishly sheep children 

For some cheap thrill thing 

I'll be willing to make purchases on my credit card 

As long as its of discrete billing 

I am expected to get murdered by bombs 

So I open up my mailbox with surgical tongs 

Rubbing antibacterial paste on my virginal palms 

Let me guess the littlest complex in Oedipus works for my momz 

I've heard of the song by the guy 

What's his face who say's those things 

I love that song 

I think its called ambiguity 

And the music be 

Handed to you and me 

In the form of animal cruelty 

I'm heading to the labratory 

To free some mice today 

Heading back to the lab 

To prove the skin color of Jesus Christ is gray 

Impressionable minds have nothing even nice to say 

Your brain is putty in my hands 

My man it seems just like some clay 

See I'm strange 

I'll take my time to rearrange 

Your frame of mind 

You'll want to be the Sage wait in line 

With the rest of them grape vines 

Swinging idiots 

You ain't busting no grape and making wine 

You ain't duplicating my rhyming bitch 

I'm older and dirtier than that bastard baby Jesus is 

Masterbating penises in a alley way where she just is 

Thinking that's enough and it is 

Asking can I live 

Is the way these asinine kids imply that they are dead 

Already they are 

Get in your car 

Release the breaks 

Put it in neutral 

I won't steer you wrong 

This way to the future 

Follow along 

Come follow me