Cold Duck Complex - Paink**ers lyrics

It's me, Mr. Mediocrity Nothing special thought I told you Halfway between contentment and a cup holder Joe average, the reasonably civilized savage Living beyond my means by no means lavish Dead broke, broke dead, even the dead season They seemed so sure that they were living for a reason Not even a reason to live, the grieving, the give White lies on yellow pages, believing the fear But if it helps them sleep soundly then who am I to criticize Every living thing has got its living lies Don't try to tell me about truth, its blinding Finding God in little places, faith in silver linings Been a miner for a heart of gold, painted cold steel 24 karat arrogance to find in his will I believe in possibility but not in simple answers My God will never let me understand Her The salvation's in the search or is it the Church The truth never hurt so we gave it a word Even if it were an accident it's not a mistake Making perfectly fraudulent and truthfully fake The other day I met an addict who called his junk Jesus So he could take the name in vain for all the non-believers Waiting on a corner from a crucifix, its paink**ers God made man made God made man made God made man made God God made man made God made man made God made man made God x2 The aggravated agnostic, found faith and lost it Tossed it to the bottom of a wishing well and asked for a (heart/hardship) aw sh** Here we go smug, cynic, surreal Chasing his tail in a circle seeking something to feel Self-conscious contemplation in the hymn of all hypocrites I guess it just depends on how you live with it Am I the cat who bust raps with a hand on my nut sack Or the self-righteous preacher with the impact of a thumbtack Hold out for humility, God give me the ability To tell you when this mother f**ing world is k**ing me Consider me another f**ing crab bottom feeder Big fish little fish, now swallow the leader Sitting at the bus stop, tryna find a dollar Hot and bothered getting kinda hot under the collar Holla holla, at the (wallers) while they pa**in' me Rib spinning grinning, with a wink in they eye Ladies thinking they're fly, I'm sipping drinks and asking why Pacify myself by thinking I'm a victim of my pride Half a breath from self-expression I don't know if I want to Sometimes I'm satisfied to an*lyze your lives and taunt you Smart enough to be critic, but not enough to create Never really had the energy to change the things I hate Didn't write the book but I read the first chapter Save your salvation, ain't no time for life after Running last place in a rat race I'm a lover till I'm left with a bad taste This is bliss kid If it seemed a bit pessimistic You missed it, sitting getting lifted dip sh** I write dirty rhymes in dirty rooms with dirty clothes on Sitting in my underwear, with the Golden Girls on Ego tripping and I can give a sh** if it's true I've been up all night, and still I'm looking for you My paink**er Where my paink**ers Chorus x2