Well, well, well Well, well, well, well Oh baby, listen to me Just got laid off from work today I can't go home, what am I gonna say? Guess I'll go to
I wake up every morning Jumping at whistles, come rain or shine My spirit, it goes through the motions They need a number to identify When I look out
You were my beliefs all rusting over And I was disappoint within your spine We noticed that the stars were all exploding So we stared into the sky till
Fragmentizing Disunite the backbone from the skeleton Chop the bodies Specialized in customized dismemberment Hatchet wielding Never ending thought of
Indestructible On this rock I lie But I'm alive for good And I just free myself now From all what was wrong Break the unbreakable All the stars Fearlessly
Somethin's wrong with my life and I'm crazy Somethin's hard on my mind, guess who It's tough to live with the lights on maybe All we need is a spine for
God knows I know I'm not sure But I'll decorate the spine for her We're not who we might prefer The motives move so self-asssured They saddled around
Up on the toe There is a view Up on the toe And the spine Straight and erect Hungry and curious Up on the toe Looking forward to The air is thinner
Bitterness infested Justice is molested Govern my contested ways As a child arrested As a man detested Happiness inside my pain You hate my life Because
Imagine me forsaking you Then you would know what pain means too I have lost my soul, now I can't feel And lost souls never really heal Pain forever
Now I'm give it to ya straight, gram for gram Partna, ya see it on the plate Ya can't fuck with us, with that touch and bust We got taste and smell, and
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre I come through swervin
It's like that y'all, oh my, it's like this It's like that y'all, no, uh-uh, it's like this It's like that y'all, no, uh-uh, it's like this It's like
We get the work, we do the dirt We drop the vert on the car We bend the corner off the floor Because they know who we are Yes, yes, y'all We on a money
Hey, hey, stay sharp as fuck Tell 'em, get that right and straighten that up Fat Face, the man of hundred grand Work the mic with precise precision, knahmsayin
One time SWAT's, drop-tops and 'gnac Lil-bitty killas on the block, cock back the gat Can't a day go by, one of these villains don't die Won't try to
Just a little bit of feeling in your stories and I'm ready rearing to go Just a little bit of grieving in the words you relate and I'm alright Crash land
If you need a shoulder To cry on I'll be your lighthouse When it's dark out If you should feel unsure Or nervous Just know that you're worth it You deserve