Tuesday
I'ma need a exit plan, Action 10
Jump right through the ceiling
Ain't no light, can't see where
My hands are reaching
Let my gut do the leading
Do I need to ask again
What's the catch?
I can sense some fiending
My boys right, you want pain
Blow a hole through this ceiling
Did you hear all that screaming?
Hell no, I ain't sold, couldn't give away
Got a backbone
In this city, you're alone even when you ain't
But who asked you, but who asked you?
I'ma need a exit plan, this cyclone
Twist my words for scheming
Need more friends who will say
What they really meaning
And I need to believe them
Time to let the pistols dance, no ticky
You won't get no laundry
Out of sight, fine print line
Where they charge you for breathing
Did you hear all that screaming?
Hell no, I ain't sold, couldn't give away
Got a backbone, got a backbone
In this city, you're alone even when you ain't
But who asked you, but who asked you?
Dragging my feet through the mud
Fighting for every leg up
The devil be keeping stuck
See him in everyone I know
Scaling the edge way too much
The devil be pushing me off
But next time, I'll land with a nice roll
I'ma need a exit plan
What are you concealing?
Time to let the pistols dance
I'ma need a exit plan
What are you concealing?
Time to let the pistols dance
Hell no, I ain't sold, couldn't give away
Got a backbone, got a backbone
In this city, you're alone even when you ain't
But who asked you, but who asked you
Jump right through the ceiling
Ain't no light, can't see where
My hands are reaching
Let my gut do the leading
Do I need to ask again
What's the catch?
I can sense some fiending
My boys right, you want pain
Blow a hole through this ceiling
Did you hear all that screaming?
Hell no, I ain't sold, couldn't give away
Got a backbone
In this city, you're alone even when you ain't
But who asked you, but who asked you?
I'ma need a exit plan, this cyclone
Twist my words for scheming
Need more friends who will say
What they really meaning
And I need to believe them
Time to let the pistols dance, no ticky
You won't get no laundry
Out of sight, fine print line
Where they charge you for breathing
Did you hear all that screaming?
Hell no, I ain't sold, couldn't give away
Got a backbone, got a backbone
In this city, you're alone even when you ain't
But who asked you, but who asked you?
Dragging my feet through the mud
Fighting for every leg up
The devil be keeping stuck
See him in everyone I know
Scaling the edge way too much
The devil be pushing me off
But next time, I'll land with a nice roll
I'ma need a exit plan
What are you concealing?
Time to let the pistols dance
I'ma need a exit plan
What are you concealing?
Time to let the pistols dance
Hell no, I ain't sold, couldn't give away
Got a backbone, got a backbone
In this city, you're alone even when you ain't
But who asked you, but who asked you
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Writer(s): Cameron Anderson, Christian Lum, Tommy Nickerson
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