Verse 1: Spill a little paint on the backdrop Nowadays the words feel like chalk on the blacktop Cuz' when it rains they gone it's invisible ink No sharpie or indellible stink Avoid the middleman by not using pens and paper Verbal contracts only mask the fear and hatred Operate the way that makes you feel the safest Plagiarized status quo, you just cut and paste it Uh I say fuck the waitlist If you don't want me now you must be fuckin' wasted Success is a flavor I have not yet tasted But its been a fuckin' ride and there is no debatin' No sidelines for us, my lungs will bust Before I put myself on the bench or pack it up Pull yourself out of bed and try standing up You got a lot of work to do I hope you packed a lunch
Chorus: Still in bed even though its light Cuz' i can't fight these dreams I'm in some picture that don't look right But its still nice to be seen I pick my head off the pillow I see my shoes on that floor I can't find any good reason But I'll still walk out that door
Verse 2: Never been the type to deal in any absolutes Shades of gray so subtle and they absent truth Relatively we're irrelevant but ask they youth And the cynacism's gone like POOF- VAMOOSE Goodbye It seems so hard so why try The bed's so easy when sleep's your high The blinds collapse and then you close your eyes And when your in your dream there's no thorn in your side Fuck that bullshit bring the troops in No propriety left quit salutin' Grab the guns line em' up and start shootin' And when the walls come down start lootin' Break that GLASS till the windows smash, inhibitions pass It's a metaphor don't be an ass Top, top, top of the class We don't do it for cash Runnin' on e, but mashing the gas 16 spitter no quitter not even I will literally only stop if not breathing Tryna wash your sins I'm a motherfuckin' heathen I don't hate religion just what comes of extrem-ism All of that bleedin' and I don't see the reason Can't even tell which side is act-u-ally talkin' treason Dreamin' of some day when we're even You must be drunk off col- bear like your Stephen Jesus, please pack up and start leavin' I'm riding with my family I don't need no other demons Seamless opposite of what my jeans is I'm driving under influence but I'm not weavingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
