Thursday, January 2, 2014

FML

(Verse 1)
/Down wind with resistance, futile to the finish/ Dark in the light, seems way more intrinsic/ Picture perfect...but the frame's bent/ Perfect picture, with the same shit/ Dense, as if I'm layered, cause I posture a lot/ If only to myself, 'til my problems forgot/ Problem with myself?/ My condition to rot/ Create, then abandon, a submission for naught/ What's success without stability?/ Just a moral victory?/ Another tragic anecdote that fades into our history?/ Never worth the auction block at Sotheby's or Tiffany's/ But for seven beans, I'll show you things, this music's ripped from me/

(Hook)
/Staring at the screen for 8 more hours/
/Take in stride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/
/Squeezing inspiration 'till I feel it sour/
/Come another ride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/

(Verse 2 - Crocker)
/Find an issue I can prod at/ Maybe I write another G-d rap/ Or the depth of which my scars lack/ Contemplate..'til I fall back/ Bismallah, is Isa in my makeup?/ Time...How much more can I take up?/

(Verse 2 -Katalyst)
/Waste of time, waste of space/ N****r and a pasty face/ Callin' you out on your shit, advanced without the laces laced/ But I ain't even trippin', just caught on to the pimpin'/ Tried to blind me with religion/ Time is tickin' hoe...You're time is tickin' hoe/

(Hook)
/Staring at the screen for 8 more hours/
/Take in stride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/
/Squeezing inspiration 'till I feel it sour/
/Come another ride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/

(Verse 3)
/I feel like I ain't slept in a hundred nights/ But this is what you wanted, right?/ Bright lights and everyone around/ Runnin' for the kick, just to get Charlie Brown'ed/ No more security blankets; Surprise Linus/ Out in the cold, left you with sniffles like a dry sinus/ And in that very moment, what you realize is/ A picture perfect plan & theory isn't an applied science/ Minus the hype, feel like a failure with nothin' to show/ Minus your pride, feel like your highs where just more so, your lows/ Look in your eyes and lie, just to cushion the blow/ But then the mirror replies, "But I thought you wanted to blow?"/

(Bridge)
/Fill in the blank/
/Won't you color in the frame/
/Certain of your choice/
/Careful of the paint/
/Fill in the blank/
/Won't you color in the frame/
/Certain of your choice/
/Careful of the paint/

(Hook)
/Staring at the screen for 8 more hours/
/Take in stride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/
/Squeezing inspiration 'till I feel it sour/
/Come another ride, na, na na, na, na, na, na/

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