P.o.s. - Own Yours lyrics

[P.O.S.] When's go? I've been sittin here I been plotting on the world Waiting for the right right now Waiting for the minute when I can get all the way in it and make mine now Flip that low life round Strip that crown Take down heads trying to wear that dead Yeah, let me k** that I hit it running, ain't nothing catching me, that's that Matchless Match to the mattress Restless Dreaming I never believe what I'm seeing Own world Own yours Phone home, own up, get unstuck reeling Sights high, eye-line low I might crow (bangarang) Let it go But I've been sitting here I've been watching Come close caution Cut throat, get a rope, lost em... As if you had him in the first place I've been a rat but I ain't never seen a cage in the worst way I crave days where the work's play But I can't seem to satiate, or get away, or get it straight, or get okay with okay No way Let me demonstrate Other sh**, own way, loving it all day Coming with the content Coming with the nonstop [Sims] Coiled in the gra** blades make blood boil Sling snake oil singing these are the last days These are the things that will ease your pain These are the keys to the pearly gates Trade your wage and he'll learn your name Earn your place, all it takes They set the stakes with loaded dice Shout on high that the end is nigh, but I don't mind I don't deal in fear, I'm so right here So right now, they got no idea They over-blow the slope then throw the folk a rope to cope control the soul like dope They're comatose in warming glow, froth and foam I can feel the storm forming though Fate and time is all a made-up line It's all a made-up line, it's all a state of mind [Hook] And the roof caved in and the porch lights froze And the woods lay thin and the torch light grows You may find yourself in a corpse-like pose as you go And the tombs spread out and the birch still grows And the fumes head south and the earth will slow You may find yourself on a search for gold as you go [Mike] And it ain't October Bak'tuns and roses stolen with bare hands will touch back Crosshairs to hooked snares a tough catch Got a breath if nobody else sees it Gonna starve if nobody else eats me Dead in the water got my knees to the gut rot Rings in the fire just a breeze to a sunspot Hmm And it ain't all over Nights are longer before them days get colder Run home, little soldier This ain't the war you're fighting it's the Red October Ughh! And you don't have choices We don't either cuz we got these voices But I'm scared when I yell I'm selling em all poison, broken toys, bones and raw noises So I hold my own Hold my word, keep my sword in stone I swear I'm getting it all wrong Not the end of the world just the end to this song [Cecil] And it goes… Thanks for the invite Thanks for the memories Thanks for the insight We pray that you'll never leave We'll tell stories by a maglite (never leave) We're gonna pick up on a fair fight (never leave) And every morning, noon and midnight We'll be torn and bruised from fistfights May be the oldest news and dissed right to our faces …so lets take flight We've been a part of the chain for so long Been a part of the spark of the flame that goes wrong We've been a part for a day and wrote songs about And we could go on about it But, the long and the short is… We got no shortage We got our pain on payroll Paint on the canvas with the face of an angel [Hook]