Fake Hippy Conman
Grievances? Hell yeah, we fuckin' got 'em. I got about 1.50 sittin' in my fuckin' pocket
Can you make change with that? Shit, why'd I even ask
Everyone wants to ignore en masse the mother-fucking poor man
At last I'm out the door man to give my brain a break from being so fuckin' dormant
I'll be your doormat, but this is my domicile, so reconcile your actions I consider hostile
In my house I'm not a god or an apostle and I don't claim to be
But some people who don't seem to be are a little closer to demons than me
What a blinder pretense can be
Can't feel the heat? I suppose in hell there might be a breeze
Where I'm left alone is where I'd like to be
Never been lonely
Withhold my Al Capone restraining from shots with the homies
I say "send me love", but nobody's delivering
Tonight it's Digiorno's and blunts and more pornos and the hunt for the thrill of the Moment
And when it comes own it and don't let your frame be bent
Even if you did or said things you never meant
I don't believe you can repent so accept your owl with your serpent
It's your sight, dark or bright, you shouldn't try to blur it
Maybe if you stopped closing your eyes at night your vision of life wouldn't be so fucking Distorted
No one takes my advice on reality cuz I spent 2 years of my life on LSD, naturally
They eat up the lies and throw up the truth, rejecting their youth is the blatant proof
I'm not trying to be subversive, just wanna find my groove and unearth it
Everyone wants to be quiet and run, man. I wanna have louder fun, man
And block out the sun. Damn, why is anyone afraid of these coward gunmen
Step down from your ladder, I'll be beneath where the points don't matter
Drew Carrey, I'm phased, but barely
Still on beat
You want a cake to eat, well you forgot the batter
He's a snitch that's lazy, I'm the whole bowl of grits and gravy
Mostly grits, baby, you can be the Dead and I'll be Sam Raimi
Your paranoia is what's trying to kill you, so keep an open eye
Some souls bare to fill you with their plies, desperation, and hatred
A stand for your subsequent rise
Martyrs for an army of lies
Rapists as dead as their insides
I guess you can never really tell who's in the right
But when it comes to fight-or-flight just fight, don't hide
Can you make change with that? Shit, why'd I even ask
Everyone wants to ignore en masse the mother-fucking poor man
At last I'm out the door man to give my brain a break from being so fuckin' dormant
I'll be your doormat, but this is my domicile, so reconcile your actions I consider hostile
In my house I'm not a god or an apostle and I don't claim to be
But some people who don't seem to be are a little closer to demons than me
What a blinder pretense can be
Can't feel the heat? I suppose in hell there might be a breeze
Where I'm left alone is where I'd like to be
Never been lonely
Withhold my Al Capone restraining from shots with the homies
I say "send me love", but nobody's delivering
Tonight it's Digiorno's and blunts and more pornos and the hunt for the thrill of the Moment
And when it comes own it and don't let your frame be bent
Even if you did or said things you never meant
I don't believe you can repent so accept your owl with your serpent
It's your sight, dark or bright, you shouldn't try to blur it
Maybe if you stopped closing your eyes at night your vision of life wouldn't be so fucking Distorted
No one takes my advice on reality cuz I spent 2 years of my life on LSD, naturally
They eat up the lies and throw up the truth, rejecting their youth is the blatant proof
I'm not trying to be subversive, just wanna find my groove and unearth it
Everyone wants to be quiet and run, man. I wanna have louder fun, man
And block out the sun. Damn, why is anyone afraid of these coward gunmen
Step down from your ladder, I'll be beneath where the points don't matter
Drew Carrey, I'm phased, but barely
Still on beat
You want a cake to eat, well you forgot the batter
He's a snitch that's lazy, I'm the whole bowl of grits and gravy
Mostly grits, baby, you can be the Dead and I'll be Sam Raimi
Your paranoia is what's trying to kill you, so keep an open eye
Some souls bare to fill you with their plies, desperation, and hatred
A stand for your subsequent rise
Martyrs for an army of lies
Rapists as dead as their insides
I guess you can never really tell who's in the right
But when it comes to fight-or-flight just fight, don't hide
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Writer(s): Rusty Mcentire
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