Short
Kounterclockwise!
Pump your brakes, check your ticket! Yeah!
My soul is an angel and in my heart lies the devil in a life of grins and fables, darkness and shadows
World of computers and infomercials
Daytime talk-shows, sluts and music videos
I'm a bottle of soda constantly being shaken in a room with no bottle openers
So what's your pleasure?
You got your whole life behind you
I'm a fuel injected suicide machine
Don't pull my lever unless you want to feel the pressure
My mind is coming undone at the seams
Drink. Fight. Fuck
Lost. Trapped. Stuck
Mouth taped shut, you can't hear my screams
I live it. It's not a gimmick
Christ and Judas all in one spirit
True alcoholic, pour me my breakfast
Haunted by electronics, my mind is robotic
Easily I approach the microphone cause I ain't no joke
Tell your bitch to get off of my tip
I got no time to give her this dick. Yeah!
Easily I approach the microphone cause I ain't no joke
Tell your bitch to get off of my tip
I got no time to give her this dick!
For sure ya'll niggas be short!
For sure ya'll niggas be short!
For sure ya'll niggas be short!
For sure ya'll niggas be short!
It's cut throat
This is daylight savings time
Set your clocks back kounterclockwise
This is my demise
The vanishing animal trapped in a world with deaf children
I can't do sign language cause my hands are constantly swollen
From punching and scratching just to relieve Frustration
Cursed with knowledge, I wish I was stupid like these niggas and bitches all blind with ignorance
But yet I'm the one held hostage cause I care too much and my love is not accepted
So ignore it or take it
I'll still write it and say it and mean it and feel it
Beyond the infinite definition of any dictionary description
So even if you claim to comprehend, I'm beyond your comprehension
So stop fronting like you've done figured out my functions or something dumb nigga
What you thinking?
Easily I approach the microphone cause I ain't no joke
Tell your bitch to get off of my tip
I got no time to give her this dick. Yeah!
Easily I approach the microphone cause I ain't no joke
Tell your bitch to get off of my tip
I got no time to give her this dick!
For sure ya'll niggas be short!
For sure ya'll niggas be short!
For sure ya'll niggas be short!
For sure ya'll niggas be short!
It's cut throat
Pump your brakes, check your ticket! Yeah!
My soul is an angel and in my heart lies the devil in a life of grins and fables, darkness and shadows
World of computers and infomercials
Daytime talk-shows, sluts and music videos
I'm a bottle of soda constantly being shaken in a room with no bottle openers
So what's your pleasure?
You got your whole life behind you
I'm a fuel injected suicide machine
Don't pull my lever unless you want to feel the pressure
My mind is coming undone at the seams
Drink. Fight. Fuck
Lost. Trapped. Stuck
Mouth taped shut, you can't hear my screams
I live it. It's not a gimmick
Christ and Judas all in one spirit
True alcoholic, pour me my breakfast
Haunted by electronics, my mind is robotic
Easily I approach the microphone cause I ain't no joke
Tell your bitch to get off of my tip
I got no time to give her this dick. Yeah!
Easily I approach the microphone cause I ain't no joke
Tell your bitch to get off of my tip
I got no time to give her this dick!
For sure ya'll niggas be short!
For sure ya'll niggas be short!
For sure ya'll niggas be short!
For sure ya'll niggas be short!
It's cut throat
This is daylight savings time
Set your clocks back kounterclockwise
This is my demise
The vanishing animal trapped in a world with deaf children
I can't do sign language cause my hands are constantly swollen
From punching and scratching just to relieve Frustration
Cursed with knowledge, I wish I was stupid like these niggas and bitches all blind with ignorance
But yet I'm the one held hostage cause I care too much and my love is not accepted
So ignore it or take it
I'll still write it and say it and mean it and feel it
Beyond the infinite definition of any dictionary description
So even if you claim to comprehend, I'm beyond your comprehension
So stop fronting like you've done figured out my functions or something dumb nigga
What you thinking?
Easily I approach the microphone cause I ain't no joke
Tell your bitch to get off of my tip
I got no time to give her this dick. Yeah!
Easily I approach the microphone cause I ain't no joke
Tell your bitch to get off of my tip
I got no time to give her this dick!
For sure ya'll niggas be short!
For sure ya'll niggas be short!
For sure ya'll niggas be short!
For sure ya'll niggas be short!
It's cut throat
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Writer(s): Douglas Johnson
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