Sage Francis - Stuck (f. Slug) lyrics

You act smart, while I act dumb But I know some that still lay under my thumb See, we've got issues we swing our fists for whatever Trying to keep the tempo down to the grissle They like the small talk, as long as it's about you They walk that walk, without knowing how to I watch it all, and pretend that I'm above it But the truth is, I see her I need it I love it I'm stuck with random stray hairs from ex-lovers Entangled in each other's desire to stay here beyond their welcome Sharing the same common problem blond and brunette And I don't fit in with split ends Didn't have to worry about them taking me from my dividends Payed my dues spending time by myself She was with her friends, mingling with single men Say things like hitting skins to them Thinking it's innocent but then giving me guilty grins Swimming with filthy fins, knocking boots, kicking my shins Shark infested torture treatment get beat by the Timbalands Feet is shivering walking on cold rage Roses like un-relationships, too much patience to die of old age Yeah, remember when you knew all the answers? Well something shook until you thought you had the questions For all the time and effort you've invested I find it kind of funny that you haven't learned your lesson still guessin' The whisper of the leaf, the rustle of the b**h When there is no love, nothing makes you rich So I give a shrug, and the eye muscle twitches In replace of a hug and a lack of superstitions Stop thinking you don't belong here You are where you are 'cause you hardly move The music is not gonna' stop, take your eyes of the chair 'Cause there's others that are under the same impressions as you How many seats will the rock bottom accommodate? One, too, many people who share nothing but views Misery is willing to keep company With those who don't ever walk a mile in their own shoe So now they swap souls they got soul, f**in' uninspired They drive low under the fire of sky dives It got old and now they wanna' go higher But cops control every single empire with tripods So video, did k** the radio star Now we're all so cute and drive brand new cars We make music so you can lose your minds We do the crimes, so you can do the times Tell me who can get busy like this man Well the truth is, damn near anyone can So I'ma buy you some implants and a suntan Let's follow the plan and get some fat off the land f** this little rapper, treat me like a crook Maybe if you knew me, you wouldn't sing my hook You'd think I was so ugly, you'd be afraid to look But maybe if I'm lucky, I'll get a chapter in your book Doing fine thanks for asking, standing as the last man Popping bubbles and aspirin' Ready, set, action, remove your dress so we can make a mess And hit the world with a little bit of stress Let's head talk these winds until they, strengthen for getting footwork Making power moves on ceilings with head spin It unravels the bloody ground, revealing red sin We created hierarchy, now there are no kings in heaven Fatty acids added to the asthma medicine Breathing heavy at the gates make them have to let us in Like implying we've been trying our hardest Using everyone else's honest way of dying as an armrest I promise broken over dislocated kneecaps And it's harmless jokes that provoke freak accidents Laugh at that lap dancer who strips off confidence I live off of hope, and providence Communication tactics are all f**ed up Don't blame me I had nothing to do with this You play the same damn records everyday No wonder you never believe you'd never get away You wear the same pair of jeans you woke up in Keep the music coming, keep the movements sudden I watched you dance every street of this city I feel no pity, you laid the carpet You made the target by yourself, little help Now loosen up the belt and straighten up the apartment Finish that book that you never even started Take a look at that face that hates to look back Set the oven on bake take a pen out the rack Season up your past put it in and cook that Stop thinking you don't belong here You are where you are 'cause you hardly move The music is not gonna' stop, take your eyes of the chair 'cause there's others that are under the same impressions as you How many seats will the rock bottom accommodate? One, too, many people who share nothing but views Misery is willing to keep company With those who don't ever walk a mile in their own shoes