Mr.blankslate - Mayhem lyrics

Psykeclops: Over my dead body will I give up hope- Nope! Gotta stay strong gotta get my buck on f** smashley gotta move on Take it as a lesson: blessed be the lemon I'ma squeeze it on your heaven and in your Tecate Indian hotties whiskey number 7 temp Hotter than a Latte Make yo squint yo eyes like it's seven am: Mayhem Night blacker than a raven Time to pop the tape in By yourself or [playin'], saving Savor this feeling it's damn amazing Opposite of wasted: life's a dream Don't waste it Taste the tip of the pavement Just barely grazed it Time to say graces Damn fine today Day at the races Homeostasis stable Do what I'm able and shoot further Word murder, verb herder Perturbed curb surfer Finna curb stomp my mind's absurdity Flip the bird at your perjury Mind games in your circuitry Rise above these orderlies And order them around like Krusty the clown I'ma Margen away from catching that B.A.R.T. Train Gotta love the rain in Frisco Gotta love the pain and the pistol And the flowers and the thistles that I wander through aimlessly Ask me a Kwestion and ask me “why?” Ask me why I'm jovial: I'll show you a photo Matterfact photos fulls of family and friends on heads Like a totem pole, mad support is the protocol [motivation's} like a motor home Rumbling, I told ya so Start to close I'ma laugh my a** off Grin real big then cap the gas off Drivin' fast-off The freeway cast-off From the damn doldrums Born to blast off So damn epic I'ma wreck it like I'm reckless And rock it on my neck like a necklace or a trophy O.D. on a good mood O.E. and some good food Alluding like a lit-lamp Traveling like a postal stamp from camp to camp From dank to damp I'm tryna get my smoke on I'm pining for trees man, stay high like canopies Hibiscus tea on the tip of my tongue It's been on, it's begun The rigmarole has spun like a dreidel And I do what I'm able and I strive for more Mr.blankslate: Get ready for the rapture Strapped to a Kevlar defense full of pa**ion A hair-pin triggered incisive interjection With a riot shield and mask on Take a breath, relax and drink up ya'll Drive train held to the point of white knuckles Spin sideways: floatin' through life on a cloud of smoke Until we all go broke and the world just crumbles It's kinda hard stayin' focused in a land so Plutocratic Pressure from all sides is why some weak minded fools Pull they automatics f** that sh** Gotta find release So we posted up with the papers creased Unleashed on a TASCAM Got the speakers on blast ‘til the plaster cracks Broadcast to the ma**es Embrace reactions