e-dubble - FF #53 (Robots Can't Drink) | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• e-dubble
• FF #53 (Robots Can't Drink)

They want to know the state of that union
What we're all immune to
What the fuck we clapping for?
What the fuck the shrooms do?
Where the fuck my drink go?
Tryna get my head clear
Tryna figure out the path we took to just get here
No cheers, no sounds
Quiet while they contemplate
Searching for the storyline, tryna to finally consummate
...or was it consummate
Pronounce dominance
Salute to the narrative somebody's live blogging it up
So we in realtime status says "lovin' it"
'Til they let that motherfucker go and cop a double clip
And what's the reason for it?
And is it treason for a middle path temper to be agitated even more?
Or do we stick to one side and never pole vault?
Never Shake and Bake, no Lawry's no salt
And no spice to it, I put the ice to it
Turpentine don hard enough to cut right through it

[Hook]
We put our heart in, to pull the words out
With a glass in the hand pull the nerves out
You hear a pin drop, but your ears close
While the notes keep playing for your heroes
Live through circuits
Run that routine
Find your purpose
Tie your shoe strings
I take solace in my looseleaf
What's your poison
Can it soothe me
I stay drinking

[Verse 2]
I am on that Chevy volt cold shit
No, I'm never gassed up
Boogaloo electric
Never pull a fast one
I ain't into gimmicks
But the people want an image
So I'm Mr. Transparent
While the ferris wheel's spinning
Rat race I am truant to it... hollerin' Bueller
We're just at the tailgate... brought our own cooler
Fuck that stress shit, who's got next game?
Connect 4 while we run that chess game
I'm only playing when I'm laughing with Ansari
Snapping at these fuckers tryna figure out antares
Auto-tune slow pokes they are pretty charming
Jambox jammed up... back to the laundry
Cause this is real life, no frills, real pain
Cheap vodka and a couple tanks of propane
We need heat even if it's only Thursday
52 weeks, 53 happy birthdays

[Hook]
We put our heart in, to pull the words out
With a glass in the hand pull the nerves out
You hear a pin drop, but your ears close
While the notes keep playing for your heroes
Live through circuits
Run that routine
Find your purpose
Tie your shoe strings
I take solace in my looseleaf
What's your poison
Can it soothe me
I stay drinking

[Verse 3]
At the end of the day there are no real differences
Tryna dodge the bitterness of that Griffin kid
Family Guy's Peter Pan they missing it
Tryna fly high stay young Blake Griffin shit
Business end of the stick they on that Chuck Sheen
Hate what they've become even with the luxury
2 and a Half Men, I am more like 3 in one
I don't mean to brag but I feel I got the Midas touch
Golden, yes I'm feeling golden
Tryna make those pained past days seem olden
Throw a fucking fist up, we are never folding
Origami mamas get they labias swollen
I will put it on you, it will never wash off
This ink is indelible throw away the wash cloth
Throw away the soap box, I be on the main stage
Flipping the looseleaf now we're on the same page cause we put

[Hook]
We put our heart in, to pull the words out
With a glass in the hand pull the nerves out
You hear a pin drop, but your ears close
While the notes keep playing for your heroes
Live through circuits
Run that routine
Find your purpose
Tie your shoe strings
I take solace in my looseleaf
What's your poison
Can it soothe me
I stay drinking

[Verse 4]
Still killing the average, still looking for change
Still dodging the arrows, still paving the lane
Still drinking the poison tryna to stay sane
Thumbs up, blue skies, green grass all day
Sunny side it... no more fucking hiding
No more second fiddle shit, let em' play Biden
We don't autopilot, never on cruise control
We are mashing pedals in tell them fellas move along
Tell 'em make a little room, tell 'em make a bigger room
Tell 'em its a starter pistol, let 'em pull the trigger too
Let 'em get their groove back tell 'em it's what stella did
They ain't even listening, they don't know what stellar is
They don't know the cellar shit, they don't know the basement
They don't know where the Tascam or the tapes went
Tell those fuckers everything, build a fucking covenant
Show 'em how you do it too, let 'em know you love this shit
And why you fucking...