Stuck

[sage francis.]you act smart, while i act dumbbut i know some that still lay under my thumbsee, we've got issueswe swing our fists for whatevertrying to keep the tempo down to the grisslethey like the small talk, as long as it's about youthey walk that walk, without knowing how toi watch it all, and pretend that i'm above itbut the truth is, i see her i need it i love iti'm stuck with random stray hairs, from ex-loversentangled in each other's desire to stay here beyond their welcomesharing the same common problemblonde and brunetteand i don't fit in with split endsdidn't have to worry about them taking me from my dividendspayed my dues spending time by myselfshe was with her friendsmingling with single mensay things like hitting skins to themthinking it's innocent but then giving me guilty grinsswimming with filthy finsknocking boots, kicking my shinsshark infested torture treatment get beat by the timbalandsfeet is shivering walking on cold rageroses like unrelationships, too much patience to die of old age[slug.]yeah, remeber when you knew all the answers?well something shook until you thought you had the questionsfor all the time and effort you've investedi find it kind of funny that you haven't learned your lessonstill guessinthe whisper of the leaf, the rustle of the bitchwhen there is no love, nothing makes you richso i give a shrug, and the eye muscle twitchesin replace of a hug and a lack of superstitions[chorus]stop thinking you don't belong here.you are where you are 'cause you hardly move.the music is not gonna' stoptake your eyes of the chair'cause there's others that are under the same impressions as youhow many seats will the rock bottom accomodate?one, too, many people who share nothing but viewsmisery is willing to keep companywith those who don't ever walk a mile in their own shoes[sage francis.]so now they swap soulsthey got soul, fuckin uninspiredthey drive low under the fire of sky divesit got old and now they wanna' go higherbut cops control every single empire with tripods[slug.]so video, did kill the radio starnow we're all so cute and drive brand new carswe make music so you can lose your mindswe do the crimes, so you can do the timestell me who can get busy like this manwell the truth isdamn near anyone canso i'ma buy you some implants and a suntanlet's follow the plan and get some fat off the landfuck this little rapper, treat me like a crookmaybe if you knew me, you wouldn't sing my hookyou'd think i was so ugly, you'd be afraid to lookbut maybe if i'm lucky, i'll get a chapter in your bookdoing fine thanks for askingstanding as the last manpopping bubbles and aspirinready, set, action, remove your dressso we can make a messand hit the world with a little bit of stress[sage francis.]let's head talk these winds until theystrengthen for getting footworkmaking power moves on ceilings with head spinit unravels the bloody ground, revealing red sinwe created hierarchy, now there are no kings in heavenfatty acids added to the asthma medicinebreathing heavy at the gatesm make them have to let us inlike implying we've been trying our hardestusing everyone elses honest way of dying as an armresti promise broken over dislocated kneecapsand it's harmless jokes that provoke freak accidentslaugh at that lapdancer who strips off confidencei live off of hope, and providence[slug: communication tactics are all fucked up. don't blame me i had nothing to do with this.][slug.]you play the same damn records everydayno wonder you never believe you'd never get awayyou wear the same pair of jeans you woke up inkeep the music coming, keep the movements suddeni watched you dance every street of this cityi feel no pityyou layed the carpetyou made the target by yourself, little helpnow loosen up the belt and straighten up the apartmentfinish that book that you never even startedtake a look at that face that hates to look backset the oven on bake take a pen out the rackseason up your past put it in and cook that[chorus.]stop thinking you don't belong here.you are where you are 'cause you hardly move.the music is not gonna' stoptake your eyes of the chair'cause there's others that are under the same impressions as youhow many seats will the rock bottom accomodate?one, too, many people who share nothing but viewsmisery is willing to keep companywith those who don't ever walk a mile in their own shoes