Windmills - Small Town Better Blues lyrics

[Chorus] (Better, better, better, better x 4) Go on! Get stuck in the gutter more Nursing the bruised ego, born to lose Quipping, “yeah, yeah, yeah!” Feeling cold to the bone It better, better be my own Stomach stone full grown [Verse 1] I'm from where clocks move slower, and the kids can't lose But you probably knew a few that had to drop out school Many who were on route to hit the warpath soon As I'm watching the news talking of how we lost more troops Coming from my neighborhood, we had a backyard pool A mall rat walking round the stores or just pa**ed through And I managed to keep it cool as a pissed off youth Without wearing a trench coat with the combat boots Everyday I got awaken by the same old tune It makes me think of all the different types of d** I've used But it's a shame when it put me in a hostile mood These obstacles I've improved upon to drop these j**els What a place to raise a family and start brand new And I'm the guy who would refuse to let it stop my groove Backyard BBQs, with an outdoor view As if a higher power's sayin' “may your dreams come true.” Where even if they have money, they don't flaunt much loot I'm at the park full court on some ‘watch these moves' But be aware of walking past dudes, lost front tooth Gut hangin out of their shirt, wearing Velcro shoes Either they never had a washrag or owned shampoo Or I'm not surprised if they have a fast food tattoo I'm sorry I'm not sorry if my contents rude My attitude's you must have thought I had forgot my roots Eyes huge like your pops is wearing high heel shoes In a winter storm, eating off a frozen popsicle Damn! I remember when I used to have the small town blues Rap music wasn't another way I saw cartoons I had this girl confused who thought it wouldn't take much proof Of if it wasn't the first time I got a bra strap loose Good people and everybody seems to know who's who You need some more variety, I've been there too Hopeful it gets… (Better, better, better, better x4) [Chorus] [Verse 2] On sunny days I ate my breakfast out on my porch stoop Could hardly wait to play the arcade and take each fool I'm from where you can join the group on an old bar stool And it's as if you were put inside of a time capsule A large house, I would complain about it has no room Slept till noon, and wasn't ever kept well groomed Before I ever had a car to drive around on fumes And jerk the wheel because a deer is in my headlights spooked I was home late tiptoeing cause I missed curfew When older folks were squeezing you like it's the orange juice A lot to prove, for I was born with the silver spoon In cold temperature, hoping it gets warm out soon To rally cap, with a mouth full of big league chew When Skate Land Roller Rink had a DJ booth Got scrapbooks full of verses in how much I grew Had countless feuds over who put out the best albums This energy we spent on how we can arrange these tunes Is speaking for itself to heal my lowlife wounds Cause I would hate when folks would a**ume I was a roughneck goon But all the sh** won't loosen up by eating sun dried prunes Though if you feed the animal and disobey those rules It's no excuse when it's ripping through your soft tissue Framework's the Uncle Luke of this 2-Live-Crew I freak the beats nastier than what you've seen guys do Original consistent vocalist, you need more proof? Knowing I won't be satisfied until I burn this roof? Then don't be mad you bought a ticket and the show's canceled Uncontrollable funk aroma stinging your nostrils I do it… (Better, better, better, better x4)