P.o.s. - Team The Best Team lyrics

[Verse 1: P.O.S] Think love, and think d**, and they're the same thing inside And we struggle, or get enough, but it's the same thing Burn holes in the Moleskine Bout it, Been friends with a pen, gave trust to the page Turn in when the time's up earn that age, know-how learned in spades They exist in the outros, in the fade outs, and in the background noise I wouldn't wish it on my rivals, I got no enemies, We all fall for the decoy Sometimes it slides right by while we're trying to decide Don't lie to yourself, almost ain't good enough, and there ain't no extra lives Leave em alone. How we livin? Very own road and it's so, so driven In the freezing cold, y'all keep chillin We'll leave tracks you can follow in Bold, less f**s given Team The Best Team, Doomtree citizen We care like it's cool still, but we've risen from close to sting to post-everything How y'all livin? Very own road and it's so, so driven In the freezing cold, y'all keep chillin... [Verse 2: Sims] So I do it for her, and I do it for me, and I do it for the word k** it for the hunt of the beat k** it for the hunger that will not sleep And you can stay miserable all your life but what kind of difference that make? What, you ain't had enough of that pay, ain't had enough of your way? Live from the Haunted North, in the woods where the fire roars You fell for the Trojan horse Who want it more? It's already yours Live from the Haunted North, in the woods where the fire roars You fell for the Trojan horse Who want it more? It's already yours [Verse 3: Cecil Otter] Draw blood, paint life, sculpt that clay, build that bridge (suffer and pleasure) Got love, gotta write that way and filled that book from the gutter to forever But we're still gonna suffer, we got burnt, we met our match and struck first s**ers should have known better than to let us head our own search and destroy You would've been better centered at home Remember that road we'd take? I swear the devil's backbone would break We made it our home and it's great, and it's good, it's the same as it ever was We came, we saw, we came back We played em songs we made quick We went back home just to fill those pages to the edges, and it's aces It's all coming up roses, closes may come and we know this No risk, no fun, no way, nobody's gonna break my stride, no sir Those days look like these days, except for maybe these grays But that's just my salt and pepper, my heart and soul won't live forever Whatever… It's gonna come some day, so come what may and I pray it comes We're still gonna run like strays, purr like kittens, and bang a gong We've sang our songs, we've seen the war, we're living that and more Knowing even the greatest dancers in the world are bound to leave the dance floor [Verse 4: Dessa] So shake, shakes, shoot, it's like win, draw, lose Because dice kept cooped up Just bring bad luck Man is made to choose Yeah, mixed media: flesh, electricity, bone We rent, we visit, but we're never quite home Cause the river can't know when the levy might go So, draw your arm and throw [Verse 5: Mike Mictlan] Bottled all in, battle with a broadsword, rule with the iron cutter, straight to the vital cord Lean on a land alive, freed men in enterprise, Does it mean you seen the sign? See what you wanna read Eyes in the seams, not what it seems A better part of me will not let it be Instead it seethes Does mean I believe a lie? Let it dead, let it crawl Let it all count when you bet it all Say it like you mean it, just say it Never better if you never even said it at all Head em off at the neck, set it off Ready for whatever with machete on the leather comrades with a letter on the wall Steady head, heavy guts and a set of balls What I really gotta know, huh? How to rock a rhyme that's right in line? With the beat and ride Wide to the feet, wise to the weak Why? Why we pray on the meek and pry in the speak of the “why's” and the “we's”? We don't know why Why we speak with a slide of the cheek Hide Chopped in the seams Stride That's live and unique designed Flight for seats, fly in the cleats Grind Lines in the sheet Slice That's all we live for Polish poison plot loss Free and got a lost cause Holler if you hear me shooting Hollow Bodies High Cower salted, high exalted, colicky and alcoholic Call it when I see it all divide Hollowed head to follow tired feet disqualified Able of the cognoscente disabled from a solid mind Hollow Bodies High