Tekst piosenki
One of those nights
When reading is a chore
Writing is a bore
And all that you abhor
Teams up to start a war
When you find success
You’re eccentric, selective and determined
While unknown
You’re creepy and difficult to work with
(Is it worth it?)
I digress
Say yes to the distress
Stuff her in a dumbwaiter
Ruin their plan
Another dumb rapper or a renaissance man?
A portrait of the artist as a Young Money fan
A real hero or a deluded vigilante?
Surfing the absolute
Trying to up the ante
We have issues with God
But we do believe in energy
Above science
I’m glad you care enough
To bring a tutor to school me
The only one who haunts this place
Is yours truly
A blissful existence where the hardest choice will be
Brandy, shandy or gin?
Not fitting in is the new fitting in
(Why’d you turn it off? It gave you character!)
Yeah
It gave me Jack when I’m trying to be Sawyer
Convincing enough to fool the average employer
They do everything but follow their heart
Skilled at reminding me of everything I’m not
Have you weirdos never imagined oblivion?
Cause if you had
You’d come clean
Stop taking pride in things you didn’t achieve
I’ll step on anything and anyone to fucking succeed
To turn this into a career
Cause hey
I’m pushing thirty
All that’s left is fast and dirty
Way too late to be cute and flirty
Can I get a piece of advice that’s worth a shit?
Instead of a piece of shit disguised as advice
Here’s our next presenter
He’ll reveal the price
Here’s hoping no one finds me before it happens
I stepped into the room
Saw her naked ass
That’s not quite what I meant
When I said „no strings attached”
In the midst of another medical scare
Good thing I give one Hell of an enema
Lie still, girl
You’re not posing for a camera
When you take close look at everything we’ve done
It’s easy to believe that we’re the chosen ones
Bent Medusa over
Pulled out his cock
Here you go, bitch
Turn this into a rock
Doesn’t matter if it’s Hell
It’s something
Another monster
Flabbergasted
Can’t you catch that babbler faster?
Before he carries out his nefarious plan
That involves grimoires, poison and incest
Facsimiles, incense and an angel with a thin chest
A few other strange rituals
I hate the mood that they try to create
I’d rather blast some grime
And watch her masturbate
You have to be loved back for it to count
It takes more than the impulse to marry her
Remember she’s a carrier
Plus there’s the language barrier
Hyper-vigilance
No depth perception
Common sense
With an itty bitty stammer
Ugh
Correct the fucking grammar
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