Sage Francis - Garden Gnomes lyrics

(I'm over time) Welcome to my life (welcome) Welcome to my life (welcome) Welcome to my life (welcome) Welcome to my life where everybody wants to cipher They've never held a mic, but they swear they nice, ‘cause they boys told ‘em so and surely enough they s** my dick in front of they girlfriend like “Look, this is how you do it, you gotta f**kin' do it slow then fast, slow then fast, eat that sh**”, check-check If this is you, you're not alone This world's a rock of drones Girls flock like birds Cause they heard lots of poems from the mystery man When my name gets spit it echoes Straight-laced people say grace with evil smiles I'll stick to Velcro Let go of these claims I hold true This is Sage, don't say I ain't told you Fake gold tooth Real problems with garden gnomes who talk sh** My respect's the best bargain known to the consumin' market So pay me it To my love-hate relationship with love-hate relationships Makes me rich My old lady thinks that I done did it But I done didn't Save my breath during dramatic movie endings hold the stub of the ticket When credits roll I'm heading for the exit hole Your track record is such a short shelf-life bless its soul It's about you, all about you That's probably why you don't really respect it or know how to F**k a fickle fan base, stuck a middle finger in they damn face Does the pinnacle of my hand taste dirty like the suggestive gesture You're best to drop out the school of hard knocks Get murdered by stress and pressure, pressure-cooker I leave the party with a ma** amount of a**ed-out demo tapes to butcher “Could ya give it a little bit of a listen, bro?” Into â€" “do me a favor and play it on a big system though” Into â€" “give me a detailed critique of my hot sh**” “Sure thing boss, I'll get right on it” Oh hell no he didn't, oh yes he done did my friend Think he was so very special among the hundred thousand You play the fence, your flow is weak and your concepts s** It makes no sense, slow to speak â€" your logic's f**ked You made no dents over beats that got lots of cuts Noise you do have toys like you stocked with Tonka Trunks You're not a lone, this world's a rock of drones Who rock microphones and abuse generous ears With the “yeah, yeah . . . off the dome” You're not a lone, this world is stocked with clones And my dear Watson's are coming to bite a style near you You best for sure lock your homes You best for sure lock your homes You best for sure lock your homes You best for sure lock your homes and beware, Beware the garden gnomes.