Ces Cru - Scraps lyrics

[Intro: Ubiquitous] CESphiles. Volume one You can get it, yeah [Verse 1: Ubiquitous] A handshake with a handsome face Pressed suit with a clean collar Hanson'll have a chance, Dean dodger and Kent clobber Puffin' on Harry Potter Moustache like a bank robber Got a number from the teller Plus cash and a "Thank Roger" We ain't mobsters Still make offers you can't refuse Got your wallet in my pocket And rocking my dancing shoes A watch up in my sleeve Feet flashing a fancy move And I boogie down for babies And snatching they candy too A thief like me, roll down the streets, my sweet And acquire as hearts desire with his bleached-white teeth Sharp eye with a brow raised He's the touchiest type Uptight and always get Jason Dean for his lucky stripes Stay slippin' the golden zippo that's engraved with the name And flows that's official you can pay for the stains Leave tables with over triple what I came with to play Dirge Hanson to blow the whistle Dean to spray with the 'gauge Now fade away [Verse 2: Godemis] I'll smack the dog a** outta you How could you sleep? Man, I haven't bumped nobody else album in weeks I'm too busy actin busy Asking myself "who is he?" Chop a line for me, myself and I after I pack a philly Mama said there'd be days like this I believed her Mama said "Don't be out in the cold, you'll catch a fever" And as far as she knows I never seen a single one of them Choke the Bible so the [?] blow Wash the blood and afterbirth off, first off the pound, gee Swear a "f** you" for the phony people around me I'm figuring a formula finally became our style, see It sticks like decals, vomit, venom and algae Do I wanna die, man I'm sure like Albie You couldn't guess the name of my demon and pull him out me Wanna hang with Dean? Well you'll need a chair and about three Feet of rope for me to cope if I'm rolling without cheese Yeah [Verse 3: Vertigone] And all we men are blind mice A blind eye discerned for nothing With a finger on control Just squash panic bu*ton Stop fronting, flabbergasted As if I would die for plastics With a chip on shoulders figured Bigger than your bully masters My road is laid with cobblestones Your house is made with stick I fortified the landscape, refortified the brick We called it doomsday So you play the plight for rhythm And psyches giving the night Pierce the light in prisms of sight Forgiver with sore eyes A slight slice, incision to bite through your lifeline A knife can get 'em with my [?]sinister blind side And I can give it a sign [?] To a life worth living So we can break the measures of them tethered to thought Travelled lands to the dead I'll nail your hands on the cross Burn experiment I've wrought So if you and I lost Don't sweat it Get beheaded on this suicide watch, man