Cloudy muggy the day's all **** as ****
Fighting phaenic spells the citys the real
Quarter delay at a quarter to six
I'm sorry lady done stepped on my kicks voluptuous tricks
**** around and it sucks to be you
But i guess living a lie is a luxury too.
It probably plain to say that some strange days
And any-which-way let a man convey it
Commit to his terms no need for concern
From his own mistakes yeah baby you must learn
Hand full of tricks a fist full of motivation
Flailing punches swinging without hesitation
Snooping around ain't no buried treasure
It's just sunken ships and short-lived pleasures
It's the simple things that brick up a foundation
Like a mound of patience gets you a pound of waiting.
I'm hating cause there ain't much love in my life
It's just drugs jobs and a bundle of gripes. (what?)
Haven't you heard it's a modern condition
A band of glitches and a mob of b*******.
A crowd of adversaries the more the merrier
I ain't going down without a fight til' my burial
You broke the barrier and fell off it's spokes
Now it's tumbling down and it's waking the folks.
(chorus)
Guess these ailments come along with the territory
A better story now you're telling me what's better for me.
Mellow shorty wanna chill with the kin(?) folks.
Smoke weed and be down with those inside jokes. (haha)
Bubble(?) of mischief let's take you to the disco
There's talk of the demo but still no disc though.
Provoke panic how strange they demand it
In a city of millions how one can feel stranded.
Hand to the heart now one can feel the tempo
One empty bottle and one written-verse memento.
All in all still sorta like a good day
One ice cube for this growing pain tooth-ache.
Baked on a monday the misses is still snoring
Ignoring the foley imagination is soaring
Designing women with a fat **** like delta burke
Working girls still find time just to make it work.
B-b-back to the drawing board
Scribbled her vaguely
Jot then a mock frown why the long face b?
Neglect is heard i must have been stabbed or something
Blood curdling the wound is now settling.
In stitches the broken hand counts riches
Was it as hard maybe they broke his spirit
Only time will tell they've just began to hear it.
The mic store it you can't come near it.
Fighting phaenic spells the citys the real
Quarter delay at a quarter to six
I'm sorry lady done stepped on my kicks voluptuous tricks
**** around and it sucks to be you
But i guess living a lie is a luxury too.
It probably plain to say that some strange days
And any-which-way let a man convey it
Commit to his terms no need for concern
From his own mistakes yeah baby you must learn
Hand full of tricks a fist full of motivation
Flailing punches swinging without hesitation
Snooping around ain't no buried treasure
It's just sunken ships and short-lived pleasures
It's the simple things that brick up a foundation
Like a mound of patience gets you a pound of waiting.
I'm hating cause there ain't much love in my life
It's just drugs jobs and a bundle of gripes. (what?)
Haven't you heard it's a modern condition
A band of glitches and a mob of b*******.
A crowd of adversaries the more the merrier
I ain't going down without a fight til' my burial
You broke the barrier and fell off it's spokes
Now it's tumbling down and it's waking the folks.
(chorus)
Guess these ailments come along with the territory
A better story now you're telling me what's better for me.
Mellow shorty wanna chill with the kin(?) folks.
Smoke weed and be down with those inside jokes. (haha)
Bubble(?) of mischief let's take you to the disco
There's talk of the demo but still no disc though.
Provoke panic how strange they demand it
In a city of millions how one can feel stranded.
Hand to the heart now one can feel the tempo
One empty bottle and one written-verse memento.
All in all still sorta like a good day
One ice cube for this growing pain tooth-ache.
Baked on a monday the misses is still snoring
Ignoring the foley imagination is soaring
Designing women with a fat **** like delta burke
Working girls still find time just to make it work.
B-b-back to the drawing board
Scribbled her vaguely
Jot then a mock frown why the long face b?
Neglect is heard i must have been stabbed or something
Blood curdling the wound is now settling.
In stitches the broken hand counts riches
Was it as hard maybe they broke his spirit
Only time will tell they've just began to hear it.
The mic store it you can't come near it.