NightWalker - Creative Differences lyrics

"You know guy's like us don't often get a chance to talk to each other" [Verse 1:] I'll still punch you in the face on some meet me in the park sh** I don't trust a woman or a man, dark or partless <--(?) Recycled garbage on the radio that has no soul Makes me question American people as a whole So tell me what you watch and listen to I'll tell you why you're broke, overweight, dumb and have no principals Call me cynical, but why should I trust a soul When I ain't never seen a soul, I will not be controlled That's why I ended a three and a half year long relationship Some people need to be loved, I f**ing hated it Listening to her complain, like I gave a sh** 'You need to get a better job', b**h you babysit That sh** made me sick, so I cured myself It's not selfish, it's self preservation, I insured my health And if you don't like me cursing, you can s** my dick I'm a rebel, when they say jump, I sit "Hi honey." "What's for supper?" "Guess." "Uh c'mon." [Verse 2:] Yeah right, I ain't f**ing with the married life So I can come home from work to my fat angry wife The fact is I can't stand work and hate kids I love my folks but I don't want to end up like they did Over 50 working sh**ty jobs they both hate My father drives a piece of sh** car with no brakes The American dream sounds like a nightmare All is fair in love and war, but I don't fight fair The white hairs on my head are signs of stress 'Cause I've been searching for an exit and I can't find it yet The walls are closing in on me and I'm getting close the 30 So hearing stories about your stupid kids don't concern me These girls used to talk about me like 'oh I love him' Now they're posing for Facebook pics with their cross eyed husbands And ugly kids being raised by f**ing morons I got more meaning in a tattoo across my forearm "He was wondering what yous was gonna talk about." "That's right, we're all alike." "What'd you mean by that?" [Verse 3:] No were not all alike, we're pretty far from it I'm only aiming at the sky to watch a star plummet I tossed your favorite cds in trash receptacles And view your idles as busted b**hes and h*mos**uals You're all a bunch of vegetables and fruits to me And I'm talking about you if you're offended by my scrutiny I'm what Caster <--(?) used to be when Jay was here And you mothaf**as are Batista to make it clear The 26th of July movement, it happened again And it will happen if they make raising taxes a trend I don't have to pretend to be something I'm not I'm a savage animal that drinks and f**s with the cops But what have you accomplished, and where's your acalaids At least I can say I opened up for Wu Tang in my rapping days Second stage at Rock the Bells without a manager Or a record deal, just respect for the vernacular "Are you serious. You're really serious. Haha, for Christ sake kid, what are you drinking? Give this guy a drink."