Sage Francis - Dark Arts Abridged | Текст песни

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• Dark Arts Abridged

Psycho sedative. Type 0 negative
Sick of this monotonous cycle. Repetitive
Is this reality? It’s like “No”…then it is
Back alley white snow medicine
For the defensive addictive personality type
Showing off teeth marks to prove reality bites
As if all of y’all lack the scars that match
But death is the bitch and that dog ain’t barkin’ back
That’s just junky speech
The only time I stop talking is when a belt’s between my teeth
It’s a feast for the addict, a beast of habit
Sneaks to the attic and seeks the magic that speaks back
Transcribe the interview
When I begin to use I can’t hide my inner views
If music was therapeutic I’d have been fixed long ago
But this is just a song you know

Like a sniper with a rifle and a life full of debt
2Pac fell off because he didn’t know the ledge
Respect the Jesus Juice like a noose around the neck
Mic cord wrapped around my arm during the soundcheck
(one, two.)
Oh, you ain’t gots to feel a low never
I’m the one out choppin’ wood in cold weather
The go getter, and I’m lickin’ my chapped lips
I’ll keep on swingin’ til a disc in my back slips
My ex called me callous (at least she called me.)
Pale flesh full of scabs (bad teeth from the coffee.)
Fat feet ’cause I’m portly (caffeine ’cause of a broken edge.)
When they speak high of my music it goes over my head
I’m travelin’ man with a gavel in hand
And a twelve member jury in the back of my van
We’re coming to a court room near you
I can see the rehab center filled with smoke in the rearview
I’m living with my big money. It’s my drinking buddy
When I squander it I ponder if it ever thinks of me
When my chips are down and my bottle bottoms out
But I’m on the up and up so what the fuck’s the problem ’bout?