John Frusciante - Ratiug lyrics

I need a taste, I can almost face myself Ther is a way, a never-ending pavement cast Land on a date such a long, long way, way back Which has a crave for the path that ends in black I gotta fade another day, I can taste it, I can feel it And you can have, you can have my face right now Standing back from the lapse, children are what you are Tim Gilbert weighs internally more than the scales say Carries a weight such that no eyes see in air Jean Nealy views from a place where time is flat She sees a haze that could penetrate more black She's gotta seize who sees and she wants to live in lightning God, shrinking multiplicity you are And you can have, you can have my fate right now Another grave, another blank, children are what you are Landscapes. come and pa** my way, vision goes in a car What you say, another day above you, you mostly are And in the cradle, newborn babe is a bot in the war Spreads it's wings, intervenes, human atop a star Yo, yes, I be the man acting as if I ain't This is something that I know could care less about what ya think Not just speaking on the flow, more so on just how I think Something you should maybe know There for you you should not have to think That's just the way to go, so I figure let it go, yo Like this here just free style but my style ain't free though I'm a take my best shot, patience it like a free throw Throw that to score board, who's you rhyming hero? None other then me, Lord, why we praising me for? Because I be the God, so why must why even say more? More money, the more problems, sh** I got mad problems I need mad money Yo, yes, I be the man acting as if I ain't This is something that I know could care less about what ya think Not just speaking on the flow, more so on just how I think Something you should maybe know There for you you should not have to think That's just the way to go, so I figure let it go, yo Like this here just free style but my style ain't free though I'm a take my best shot, patience it like a free throw Throw that to score board, who's you rhyming hero? None other then me, Lord, why we praising me for? Because I be the God, so why must why even say more? More money, the more problems, sh** I got mad problems I need mad money