Jack Wilson - Whatever Comes Up lyrics

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Jack Wilson - Whatever Comes Up lyrics

I'm rockin' dangling sleeves in a room full of boxed tissues If you don't bring some snot with you, then we got issues There's just a certain type of slang people misuse You've gotta talk like you're in a "gang" to get through It's like the language has languished with no variety Feel like I'm living in a Dead Poets' Society Stoned at my age? in Queens, rockin' Josh Homme A broke Zune with dope tunes is all I got on me A word murder/observer with fervor deserving A semi-permanant turn in the nerves of your current server "think while you drink, dude" sink deep, or float hopeful I go for broke so those who quote vocals can vote local Smoke potent, go loco, point focal One breath closer to d**h's eventual choke hold I feel this music is immortal when I press record Even if it isn't what the current bored are checkin' for Been to the end of the checkerboard and back Run Javascript flash, u got jumped by Jack Metaphorically - I save flavor for my future queen Peas porridge in a pot of freshly steamed greens The beat don't stop until it break your neck I'm working for the cash but I'll take a check To the true school heads, I'm givin nuff respect And to the rest, yo you ain't seen nothin' yet Who do fresh grooves smoother than car maneuvers? Drives harder than computers, moves kama sutra He lives his life right, you can disregard rumors But been a goon since a womb held the odd future The minute you dimish music to its simple youth You're getting honesty, but you ain't always getting truth It's beaming straight into your brain, who needs a living room? Just acting paranoid, us old heads are permitted to It ain't a bitter feud, it's big enough for different views This is simple, Living Proof that hippie dudes can rip it, too Peace to Aru time to bring it back to wisdom Bet the human condition will always learn to hack the system Stay one step ahead of it or save it for the next life He had the vision, but he couldn't get the specs right He kept creating cuz he thought it was the way to be To shake the tree, shuffle A-Z, and spray brain seed Whatever comes up, comes out kinda primal Always been a rhyme sayer, maybe they should sign him Maybe the respect level's climbing with the work ethic Probably too old, should forget it