chorus: they see me, they see you we stay 2 steps from disaster my words stay free, stay true and we don't look back we packed enough rations for me, and you... if they need our help then they can come get it but we, are cool - and we never get bored surviving this story like
verse 1: 2 tone rebel - peddle through til' armageddon arm n' hammer habits cuz' they'll beat you if you let em' 2nd gets the minutes but the 1st amendment's better yeah that gun can really talk but he sucks at writing letters incommunicado - heart colder than old gazpacho i'm sippin' on that hard and I'm living for a motto --looking for a reason to appreciate the breathing but I'm only coming up with all the women in Ibiza not a bad one- goddamnit I need a BAD one, one that hits me twice a day then hits me with an and one -- futuristic in fluorescent vicky secrets with a penchant for the purple looking good with that cohiba yeah--- we blowing pine trees thinking bout' the landscape while the world is burning cuz' they turning from the handshakes diplomatic deflation--- no more pageants or facelifts we be losing our minds-- no more homeostasis no more cities that work - work no more leaders to lead - lead no more coagulation they just leave us to bleed they just leave us to wonder what the fuck we're doing wrong they just needed to keep us underneath their fucking thumb -so no more thumbelina -and no more stumbling either -handle emergencies-- with or without the FEMA so adios - syncratic idiosyncrasies - they want us all the same, but we think differently
verse 2: so cut a tree down, and make a life boat you're gonna need it when they cut the fucking tight rope they look anemic when they fiendin' for the white vote fuck a voter card I burn it up inside my pipe bro I let the smoke clear, then watch the sunrise they vacay hallucinatin' with them fungi's but fuck that we work 2 tones is first I'm Black Pais til' my ass gets murked we keep it moving til' the death reach another depth they take away our rights then we hit em' with the left i ain't speaking on the parties i ain't really got authority independent's how I'm leaning cuz' they scheme with their reporting politickin' for pennies' congress be trippin' plenty smokin' that campaign legalize it already fuck reppin' that Akin, i seperate him like bacon got 6 degrees in my corner that turkey's ready for basting i meet him I grab a broomstick cuz' told Biggie told me to do it legitimizin' with justice that puppet's lucky I'm foolish, huh ----- that two tone's got a ring to it grayscales they bail cuz' of the chin music ----- I ain't playing around I've fuckin' been truant they no shows, no class, they fuckin' live stupid i broadcast like that little Ted Koppel guy fillet chicks but dammit I'm done with waffle friesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
