《Bush League Pysch-Out Stuff》歌词

歌曲： Bush League Pysch-Out Stuff

所属专辑：Audition

歌手： P.O.S

时长： 04:18

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Auditon?[00:00:00]

Yeah I got this...[00:00:00]

Yeah I was at your show[00:00:01]

Yeah... No I mean no I didn't like it[00:00:02]

No I'm just saying I was there[00:00:05]

And a... Doomtree![00:00:08]

You suck ha ha ha...[00:00:09]

Alright... Cecil Otter, P.O.S., Sims[00:00:10]

Dessa, whatever the f**k she calls herself[00:00:17]

Paper Tiger, Swedish name for a Japanese punk band[00:00:20]

Joe Mavin, you look like Alanis Morissette[00:00:28]

Sometimes I feel like a bastard surrounded by fathers[00:00:34]

Fasioning themselves to resemble action figures[00:00:37]

Passing opinions across the pasture like we asked you[00:00:39]

Like we have to have your last pieces gathered,[00:00:42]

Like it even matters[00:00:44]

Like we're trying to climb this ladder a little bit faster[00:00:45]

Like I'd rather let the captain lead us into disaster (crash)[00:00:48]

Like the bladder never adapted to laughter[00:00:52]

Like I won't be the first rapper[00:00:54]

Thats sent to your plaster casters[00:00:56]

And after the new dawn is gone[00:00:58]

My name is Sean, out on a lawn[00:01:00]

Put my songs in these coupons[00:01:02]

I lost my soul and watched it drip down her futon[00:01:04]

I lost my gardens[00:01:07]

Out of a bush that sprouts snook bombs[00:01:08]

Now I'm looking for a word that don't exist[00:01:10]

To help disrout this selfish pride that I hide inside this fist[00:01:12]

We've arrived to loosen up this noose that keeps us lifted[00:01:15]

And rip these stictches while I introduce this piece of...[00:01:18]

Yeah stand back (stand back)[00:01:21]

Let me be the target, let your bullett hit,[00:01:22]

I'll handle that[00:01:24]

Let me see you flex aggressive ignorance,[00:01:25]

See half these cats[00:01:27]

Stagger like the simple common sense[00:01:28]

To put one foot before the other[00:01:30]

Hop, trip, slip[00:01:32]

Slid into home base base like you planned rehearse[00:01:33]

Some kind of celebration dance,[00:01:35]

You got tagged at first[00:01:37]

And kept running[00:01:38]

Jumping the gun for what you got coming[00:01:40]

Homie no handout's til' the pitcher hits you[00:01:41]

Your acting like your stitches rippin'[00:01:43]

I got nothing but what my crew and open folks are bumpin'[00:01:45]

Trustin' their trust and feeling bastard for trusting their trust[00:01:48]

So f**k it,[00:01:51]

Everything else gets tugged under rugs[00:01:52]

Til' I get something like a crowd of cats mumbling my words[00:01:53]

Show me some heart, let me tug[00:01:56]

(Give me a pound or a hug)[00:01:58]

Hear the sound like a drug homie[00:02:00]

Just free-based beats, life's cheap[00:02:01]

If you live it right, right?[00:02:03]

If the words are tight, might[00:02:04]

Bright the head in the dark, kill the night ride[00:02:06]

Stand back, no piggy backing with the mad mats[00:02:09]

A mini apple road warrior give me that hand clap[00:02:11]

From the hash back to amtrack to aircraft[00:02:15]

Ransacked every city that the kids be at,[00:02:17]

The furgomack[00:02:20]

Jumping hurdles that you carried in your back pack[00:02:21]

The love curdles at the match books last act[00:02:24]

Licking the stamps back just for physical flashbacks[00:02:27]

The times of writing rhymes to get my cats and my plants back[00:02:29]

They tell me I deserve to be happy,[00:02:33]

Now doesn't seem valid[00:02:35]

'Til we get rid of half of[00:02:37]

How many are doing nothing but sucking on flavours?[00:02:39]

I'm try'na edit the credits while their critiquing the trailers[00:02:41]

So I'mma rant like theres something to say[00:02:45]

Making up my own dance I'mma do it this way[00:02:47]

(watch me)[00:02:50]

And I'mma try and take it all around the world[00:02:50]

(While I'm out on tour keep your hand off my girl!)[00:02:53]

Sometimes I feel like the bastard son[00:02:56]

Oh where the f**ks my father[00:02:57]

Like a shattered shoulder[00:02:59]

Like the chick got smashed off my class[00:03:00]

At the door with my shoes and my coat[00:03:02]

So now I'm here again,[00:03:04]

I brought the clown,[00:03:06]

We came to rock the boat[00:03:06]

I hold you down, you set them up[00:03:07]

I'll set the bar and drive around[00:03:09]

We'll let your style do the knocking,[00:03:10]

Here's a pen go to town[00:03:12]

Paint it with big broad strokes,[00:03:14]

I'll study your path[00:03:15]

And hope your pride can take a joke[00:03:16]

When I say its dope with earcoats and laugh[00:03:18]

Man I'm pleased to shit the ass[00:03:21]

How can I add you up,[00:03:23]

Devide your crew and still be horrible at math?[00:03:24]

Now answer that and stay fasionable (just try it)[00:03:26]

Go bash the bricks and stomp them ?[00:03:28]

Kid the princess still ain't at this castle[00:03:30]

Mr Of Course,[00:03:32]

The youngster hoarse from screaming on him[00:03:32]

But shit,[00:03:34]

I toss the lozange quick and drop my fullbacks[00:03:35]

On him[00:03:37]

Turning teens into fiends from the beats to the bear hugs[00:03:37]

I got the stuff to get some buying up the ear plugs[00:03:41]

(Close up your ears... Close up your whole face...[00:03:44]

This will melt your brain... Oozing)[00:03:51]

Bush League Pysch-Out Stuff - P.O.S[00:03:56]