I'm throwin' up a middle finger
For every poet, emcee, or singer
Who's been through the ringer
From the booth it's the truth to your speakers
Resonate, create, and let it linger
My mind is kinda like a Rubix Cube
Hard to put together, but really beautiful when you do
Indeed, Eugene could make a beach look bleak
Cop the mic, ignite, make a whole scene look weak
I'm hopeless, floatin' in this 2-6-ocean
My lips open 'cause my heart broken
Far as I can see, no emcee's like me
Even my brethren say they lesser than, but I don't agree
I mic 'em 'cause there ain't nobody like 'em
And what we writin' might just get ya whole body lined up
I revel on another level, my meditation's when I meddle
Never settle for anything less than better
Everything that I've created is a culmination
Of my pain and my appreciation
For predecessors that came in and laid the pavement
Took the truth and made me face it
And now I'm tryin' to relay it
I'm throwin' up a middle finger
For every poet, emcee, or singer
Who's been through the ringer
From the booth it's the truth to your speakers
Resonate, create, and let it linger
My heart is kinda like the ocean blue
Deep and true, nourish you without it even trying to
For real, I'm feelin' like there's so much more
Pages torn, but soon enough it's beauty born
Uh huh, real talk with the raw voice to the mic
I lay low in my room and I write, like every night
'Cause it takes me to a place I resonate and embrace
Spinnin' records collectin' the dreams I chase
And this for anyone who's felt like the lowest
Then showed it through a note, brushstroke, or a poem
Lonely souls, feel they hopeless, roamin' alone
In fact, that's why I tell tales that dwell inside of my dome
If the home is where the heart is, then mine is with the artist
Remember where I starter but settin' a better target
I relate to the greats 'cause they been through the hardest
Hardships where I been but my pen keep on markin' cause...
I'm throwin' up a middle finger
For every poet, emcee, or singer
Who's been through the ringer
From the booth it's the truth to your speakers
Resonate, create, and let it linger
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Eugene Tombs - Linger Lyrics
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I'm throwin' up a middle finger
For every poet, emcee, or singer
Who's been through the ringer
From the booth it's the truth to your speakers
Resonate, create, and let it linger
My mind is kinda like a Rubix Cube
Hard to put together, but really beautiful when you do
Indeed, Eugene could make a beach look bleak
Cop the mic, ignite, make a whole scene look weak
I'm hopeless, floatin' in this 2-6-ocean
My lips open 'cause my heart broken
Far as I can see, no emcee's like me
Even my brethren say they lesser than, but I don't agree
I mic 'em 'cause there ain't nobody like 'em
And what we writin' might just get ya whole body lined up
I revel on another level, my meditation's when I meddle
Never settle for anything less than better
Everything that I've created is a culmination
Of my pain and my appreciation
For predecessors that came in and laid the pavement
Took the truth and made me face it
And now I'm tryin' to relay it
I'm throwin' up a middle finger
For every poet, emcee, or singer
Who's been through the ringer
From the booth it's the truth to your speakers
Resonate, create, and let it linger
My heart is kinda like the ocean blue
Deep and true, nourish you without it even trying to
For real, I'm feelin' like there's so much more
Pages torn, but soon enough it's beauty born
Uh huh, real talk with the raw voice to the mic
I lay low in my room and I write, like every night
'Cause it takes me to a place I resonate and embrace
Spinnin' records collectin' the dreams I chase
And this for anyone who's felt like the lowest
Then showed it through a note, brushstroke, or a poem
Lonely souls, feel they hopeless, roamin' alone
In fact, that's why I tell tales that dwell inside of my dome
If the home is where the heart is, then mine is with the artist
Remember where I starter but settin' a better target
I relate to the greats 'cause they been through the hardest
Hardships where I been but my pen keep on markin' cause...
I'm throwin' up a middle finger
For every poet, emcee, or singer
Who's been through the ringer
From the booth it's the truth to your speakers
Resonate, create, and let it linger
For every poet, emcee, or singer
Who's been through the ringer
From the booth it's the truth to your speakers
Resonate, create, and let it linger
My mind is kinda like a Rubix Cube
Hard to put together, but really beautiful when you do
Indeed, Eugene could make a beach look bleak
Cop the mic, ignite, make a whole scene look weak
I'm hopeless, floatin' in this 2-6-ocean
My lips open 'cause my heart broken
Far as I can see, no emcee's like me
Even my brethren say they lesser than, but I don't agree
I mic 'em 'cause there ain't nobody like 'em
And what we writin' might just get ya whole body lined up
I revel on another level, my meditation's when I meddle
Never settle for anything less than better
Everything that I've created is a culmination
Of my pain and my appreciation
For predecessors that came in and laid the pavement
Took the truth and made me face it
And now I'm tryin' to relay it
I'm throwin' up a middle finger
For every poet, emcee, or singer
Who's been through the ringer
From the booth it's the truth to your speakers
Resonate, create, and let it linger
My heart is kinda like the ocean blue
Deep and true, nourish you without it even trying to
For real, I'm feelin' like there's so much more
Pages torn, but soon enough it's beauty born
Uh huh, real talk with the raw voice to the mic
I lay low in my room and I write, like every night
'Cause it takes me to a place I resonate and embrace
Spinnin' records collectin' the dreams I chase
And this for anyone who's felt like the lowest
Then showed it through a note, brushstroke, or a poem
Lonely souls, feel they hopeless, roamin' alone
In fact, that's why I tell tales that dwell inside of my dome
If the home is where the heart is, then mine is with the artist
Remember where I starter but settin' a better target
I relate to the greats 'cause they been through the hardest
Hardships where I been but my pen keep on markin' cause...
I'm throwin' up a middle finger
For every poet, emcee, or singer
Who's been through the ringer
From the booth it's the truth to your speakers
Resonate, create, and let it linger
Writer: Austin Parish
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid