Still bad to the bone
Quick with the draw, too tense with the tone
Burned both edges of my last incent about a thousand miles too slow, well
Can't sit still when your windowsill is a dollar bill from a lost deposit
No bones left in the cluttered closet so
Might as well tell a few truths or toss it
Or toss it, or toss it, or toss it, or toss it
I lost it, I lost it, I lost it, I lost it
Back to when it never felt better
Back to the brains and the bold trend-setters
Cup to the brim was the only rule
12 hour days just to act a fool
Would go post up light few cubanos and
Get down dirty like Juan Toscano
SF in the backseat, moshing til the concrete
Feels like the bed of a hollow shell
And I've still learned nothing, ah, and I've still learned nothing, on the heels of a quarter century
Could it be that the funk wasn't meant for me
Become numb to feeling of ecstasy
God testing me?
With a crack of the whip for the infidelity
By the beard of Zeus, there will be no truce
Not a single tear for a fifth of goose
I swear, long past due to let a young pup see a couple panties in the air
From the skidmarks of the finest felt
To the Echelons of Orion's belt
I contort out of orbit, a Truman Show Sunday three blank pages from forfeit
So where the love where the liquor where the drugs at
Or the promises of gold in my hubcaps
Less than a day old trapped in the k-hole
Born full of bread and a bullet in my ankle
Every tide will turn
Yeah, every tide will turn
But the goddamn moon better slip me a titty
Before I go Shen Yun on the heart of the city
Then cut the roster so the king can prosper
Black flag up now its time to conquer
Round and round we ride, pound for pound collides, fresh outta paint that we can posterize
No matter what you'll never catch me
No matter what you'll never catch me
That old Sadboy shit does not impress me
They'll up and dump your ass next week, please
No matter what you'll never catch me
No matter what you'll never catch me
That old Sadboy shit does not impress me
They'll up and dump your ass next week, please
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English
Still bad to the bone
Quick with the draw, too tense with the tone
Burned both edges of my last incent about a thousand miles too slow, well
Can't sit still when your windowsill is a dollar bill from a lost deposit
No bones left in the cluttered closet so
Might as well tell a few truths or toss it
Or toss it, or toss it, or toss it, or toss it
I lost it, I lost it, I lost it, I lost it
Back to when it never felt better
Back to the brains and the bold trend-setters
Cup to the brim was the only rule
12 hour days just to act a fool
Would go post up light few cubanos and
Get down dirty like Juan Toscano
SF in the backseat, moshing til the concrete
Feels like the bed of a hollow shell
And I've still learned nothing, ah, and I've still learned nothing, on the heels of a quarter century
Could it be that the funk wasn't meant for me
Become numb to feeling of ecstasy
God testing me?
With a crack of the whip for the infidelity
By the beard of Zeus, there will be no truce
Not a single tear for a fifth of goose
I swear, long past due to let a young pup see a couple panties in the air
From the skidmarks of the finest felt
To the Echelons of Orion's belt
I contort out of orbit, a Truman Show Sunday three blank pages from forfeit
So where the love where the liquor where the drugs at
Or the promises of gold in my hubcaps
Less than a day old trapped in the k-hole
Born full of bread and a bullet in my ankle
Every tide will turn
Yeah, every tide will turn
But the goddamn moon better slip me a titty
Before I go Shen Yun on the heart of the city
Then cut the roster so the king can prosper
Black flag up now its time to conquer
Round and round we ride, pound for pound collides, fresh outta paint that we can posterize
No matter what you'll never catch me
No matter what you'll never catch me
That old Sadboy shit does not impress me
They'll up and dump your ass next week, please
No matter what you'll never catch me
No matter what you'll never catch me
That old Sadboy shit does not impress me
They'll up and dump your ass next week, please
Quick with the draw, too tense with the tone
Burned both edges of my last incent about a thousand miles too slow, well
Can't sit still when your windowsill is a dollar bill from a lost deposit
No bones left in the cluttered closet so
Might as well tell a few truths or toss it
Or toss it, or toss it, or toss it, or toss it
I lost it, I lost it, I lost it, I lost it
Back to when it never felt better
Back to the brains and the bold trend-setters
Cup to the brim was the only rule
12 hour days just to act a fool
Would go post up light few cubanos and
Get down dirty like Juan Toscano
SF in the backseat, moshing til the concrete
Feels like the bed of a hollow shell
And I've still learned nothing, ah, and I've still learned nothing, on the heels of a quarter century
Could it be that the funk wasn't meant for me
Become numb to feeling of ecstasy
God testing me?
With a crack of the whip for the infidelity
By the beard of Zeus, there will be no truce
Not a single tear for a fifth of goose
I swear, long past due to let a young pup see a couple panties in the air
From the skidmarks of the finest felt
To the Echelons of Orion's belt
I contort out of orbit, a Truman Show Sunday three blank pages from forfeit
So where the love where the liquor where the drugs at
Or the promises of gold in my hubcaps
Less than a day old trapped in the k-hole
Born full of bread and a bullet in my ankle
Every tide will turn
Yeah, every tide will turn
But the goddamn moon better slip me a titty
Before I go Shen Yun on the heart of the city
Then cut the roster so the king can prosper
Black flag up now its time to conquer
Round and round we ride, pound for pound collides, fresh outta paint that we can posterize
No matter what you'll never catch me
No matter what you'll never catch me
That old Sadboy shit does not impress me
They'll up and dump your ass next week, please
No matter what you'll never catch me
No matter what you'll never catch me
That old Sadboy shit does not impress me
They'll up and dump your ass next week, please
Writer: Stephen Jimenez
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC, O/B/O DistroKid