De La Soul - Small Disasters lyrics

[Deen] [yawns] "Good morning heartache, it's a pleasure to meet you" I said staring in the mirror in search of weakness sh** am I the loose link? Madam Medus ink? Pace movin slower than a statue frozen Starving artist, more like hostage Easily composed in mail and poastage Mailbox empty though, no respondents Chasin condiments, I need to catch up/ketchup Beats are bangin, but ain't no bangin back Sorry Charlie, no gold ticket (Cricket, cricket) Sound bites are hunger Put so much work in, but ain't no work out and ain't no ringtone in lonely doubt's ears It's lonely out here, phony out here like T.I. (U Don't Know Me) out here A smidgen of set-back sets in.. [Pop] For weeks we wore the game face travellin place to place Conventions (seminars) talent shows near and far Travelled the south to let them know the name Out THEY mouth shout a ghost of Ichabod Crane Yo, could it be that we ain't good D?! Nah, they just hatin (or really ain't relatin) Feelin a little homesick, rather be at home with them corner boys talkin that everyday home sh** But when at the crib, anxiety sets in I didn't set a "Plan B", understand me? We need to get a hold on "Plan A" Cause I'm NOT tryin to live on minimum pay (This sh** is takin too long yo) Yeah I told you bro The old man's at the crib like "I told you so" And mom's still prayin, I hope she ask God to open them doors to the game so we can get the play in [Deen] The second act curtains almost by nature The wage is mental, bettin this won't happen Change in the caption is not for captain Neither co-pilot, the colder silent and in creeps Miss Doubt-fire's comfort Tits danglin in front of, tanglin my thoughts Departs from confines of my confidence Broken egos, small disasters Even in plaster, limbs will not heal I'm armin myself, charming I self Lord and Master, show me a sign Not for nothin Lord, show me [Pop] Wasn't it good with that Spalding but excellent with the golf clubs Scream WHOOOA!! Smash the window to the car door (Reach in) grab, sprint back to the lab You would think I didn't have any sense but my sense of worth was still growin, so was my dreams of being kids from Queens beings managed by Lyor Cohen and Russell Rush (Rick Rubin doin them beats) A month later on stage with Adidas on my feet but right now worry's on my mind I'm still gon' climb (not stoppin) if the beats stop rockin I'll beat hand and fist with sk**s on the table [phone rings] Hello? [Deen] ni**a!! Kindoo said we got the deal with the label, B! [Pop] WHAAT? [Dean] My word! [Pop] Don't f** with me man, you playin! [Deen] Nah I'm not playin, (YOU) playin! n***a I'm goin shoppin We on Goon Time, b**h! See you at the mall