Visionary - Pushin' Daisies lyrics

Cards are in my favor so you shouldn't play me Planned to wait til later but you boys made me Cards are in my favor so you shouldn't play me I'll be doing numbers til I'm pushing daisies (For 1st hook just say "I'll be" on 4th bar then use a turn table sound as a rewind and start over) Only daisies that I'm pushing are the daisy dukes All you dumb mothaf**as crazy you Thinking there's something you could maybe do That even has a chance at making me lose Nothing you say or do can make me lose I'm plainly proof that you can raise the roof Without paying dues or getting used By these industry fakers These imagery makers Stirring up the pot Like some chemistry majors Uhhh f** the whole system And everything coming with with em If I don't need em I ditch em But if they need me I'm with em I ain't bout leaving and b**hing Long as I'm seeing em switching From demons to visions of Peace among living And decently giving Their best shot Diving down deep to the bedrock And teaching themselves to focus on something Other than making the bedrock Well me, I'm making your head rock In me's, a bit of the dead pac The father of rapping don't bother with asking The answers between me and God You can take that to the bank and depos it that Never printer, never copy, only facts How bout dat I'm like dr Phil mixed with dr oz First I heal then give em a cause You on your heals so I'm gonna pause That was intermission Now I'm on a mission To follow my intuition and swallow my inhibitions I envision a life of influencing And whence it comes into fruition I'll have a decision to use my position For what I envisioned or what my life's missing Like a politician Up all night wishing That I could go back to rags cuz f** all the riches And f** all the b**hes Ain't granting their wishes Cuz all that they wanting is being my Mrs f** that You see this dick s** that I should be careful my grandma gon hear this sh** She gon be thinking her grandson weird as sh** Being honest when I say that I fear that sh** On some real sh** tho you need to know what it's like Growing up in a family all white Everybody financially alright Expecting you to do it all right And it's, not alright to talk about what I find amusing Like rapping, that's the devils music The rebels use it To talk about k**ing kitty, the execution So exuberant So much energy as you ruining the art Yet you still refusing To recognize the craft is dead, it's pushin daisies You shouldn't make me Work all night and through the day, digging up its grave Just to say that I couldn't save him Nah, I'll resuscitate the b**h I'm frustrated with The fact that I can't enunciate my sh** Loud enough and proud enough Without enough language To make Jesus turn over in his grave and This is gravy on potatoes What that mean I got covered I got it smothered That mean I'm bringing flavor back Cuz I don't see any other Way cuz today it don't matter who say "I f**ed your b**h" All you sheep screaming hooray But me, I'm throwing up the duec-e Then put one away so it's just the middle finger And every day I point it to the stage Every night I cry looking up into sky He asks why and I reply! Cards are in my favor so you shouldn't play me Planned to wait til later but you boys made me Cards are in my favor so you shouldn't play me I'll be doing numbers til I'm pushing daisies