Ant - Love on Display lyrics

[Intro Sample] Goodbye Goodbye my love [Chorus] We move all the merch, CDs and shirts For you, this is a game but for me this is work I punch in ha, when I step on the stage I get paid when my record is played [Verse One] Word to Printmatic I'm a poetry chick magnet With Goldie the pimp habits I roll with a limb that is Droven Omaha, flowin' for hick a** kids Knowin' I was zonin' at the moment I hit that sh** (I love y'all) Kris references and no one will get that sh** I even make the best of it and go home and slit my wrists Imagine what a trip it is, rappin' for little sh**s Who think that DJin' was created by Mr. Dibbs Remember this, those are the main ones that show us support So I owe them my existence and sh** so I got to thank them, my home is broken ain't it? I downloaded parents cause I heard they're overrated I pushed a demo tape when the group was first created Younger Brother was the debut album when they made it E! Behind The Music, believe that I've been through it I either write the true sh** or feel my life is useless You should, do this, math with me right quick dog I cry myself to sleep when the lights get soft Tour twice, in the spring and the fall Ten weeks each my son doesn't see me at all Now out of 12 months daddy's gone for 5 Spot dates in the mix, I'm absent for 6 So I'm a half a** daddy Part time singer Half a** crazy, got my wife feelin' half single In New Jersey, b**hin' with the word play About how my parents raised me in the worst way possible Doin' what I gotta do And tryin' to get a rap or two Missin' my own son's third birthday I'm a self centered piece of sh** Stomped down hypocrite Tryin' to get a grip on it but now I got to live with it This is me motherf**er, I'm a mean mugger Not intentionally brother, I was tryin' to see somethin' I never drive because I'm legally blind All I can do is describe what I see in my mind People are fine until they peep a weakness of mine Then they f** me over so I need to leave them behind sh**'s real My wrist is still stiff from my last hook Cat learned how to scrap just by gettin' his a** whupped I'll catch an elbow and that sh** will just hurt So I swing mine the next time I get in some dirt And that works And that's why Murs is the homie Because the brothers ain't scared to dig out spurs in the moment My recipe for greatness, there is no depleting this Because the active ingredient in it is my weaknesses I speak with this little drawl that the Midwest created When they treat someone like sh** for a decade Anthony can't chirp, flare or backspin But he'll listen to my f**ed up life without laughin' I'm challenged and offended by sheets of blank paper Who act like they are too good to carry my strange flavor Painstakingly, suffice is to say I ain't scared to put my motherf**in' life on display [Chorus X3]