Za Intro lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
G...
C...
H...
G C H
Hi, have you ever wondered what it would be like to listen to some music?
Well this is your big chance.
You see, music is much like a brochetted butterfly,
with a shadowy prominade of effervescence,
yet sloos down the bottom of misty moutains of darkness.
Like a flirtatious flounder upon a non-reflecting mirror.
God, what is this opaque window of comfort, that we cannot overcome?
It is a manafestation of love.
It a forest of emtpiness and it is an ocean with no water except where that which fills it.
So as you listen to this masterpiece release yourself from the prison of captivity and let your soul free.
Because only a free soul can be captured by greedy soul theives.
Who will have sold it to Leprechaun gold miners.
But it is only when your soul is taken away, that you can take it back.
And this my friend, does not make any sense whatsoever, or does it, no it does not.
Ladies and Gentlemen I give you The Papercut Chronicles.
C...
H...
G C H
Hi, have you ever wondered what it would be like to listen to some music?
Well this is your big chance.
You see, music is much like a brochetted butterfly,
with a shadowy prominade of effervescence,
yet sloos down the bottom of misty moutains of darkness.
Like a flirtatious flounder upon a non-reflecting mirror.
God, what is this opaque window of comfort, that we cannot overcome?
It is a manafestation of love.
It a forest of emtpiness and it is an ocean with no water except where that which fills it.
So as you listen to this masterpiece release yourself from the prison of captivity and let your soul free.
Because only a free soul can be captured by greedy soul theives.
Who will have sold it to Leprechaun gold miners.
But it is only when your soul is taken away, that you can take it back.
And this my friend, does not make any sense whatsoever, or does it, no it does not.
Ladies and Gentlemen I give you The Papercut Chronicles.
Papercuts lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....
We met 22 years back
Fresh out the womb
Now she consumes me,
No room for self these days
And she's so demanding
Do this, do that
Don't forget to take your medicine
I hate it when her face is invading my head again
The welcome mat reads "please take off your shoes"
But she disregards the statement
I've grown accustomed to bending my beliefs to
Satisfy her needs
But I'm fed up
With plugging cuts everytime they bleed
So I dip my pen in the puddle
What a bloody mess its been
Trying to end this struggle
But I love her,
She's the reason for the lesions
Man I love her
I start bleeding when she's leaving
And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of
All the lessons learned
On my missions to try to find her but
I'll sit alone until she comes back home
And I'll be waiting by the phone
[phone rings:] "Hello?"
She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....
[On the Phone]
She don't live here no more
I heard she's staying down the street with the dead beat
That don't treat her right with two bad ass kids
Guilt and Regret
And I'm willing to bet
My last album that she's wishing she was kissing me
Man the nerve of this bitch
Pardon my French
But it's been 10 days
And I'm getting kind of light headed
Maybe I'll write her a letter in a gentleman's way
And send it with the hopes that she might get it
I can't believe I let her run all over me
But all I think about is
When she's here and holding me
I love her
She's the reason for the lesions
Man I love her
I start bleeding when she's leaving
And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of
All the lessons learned
All my missions trying to find her and
I can't complain
I kind of like the pain
She ain't even got a name
She just lives in my brain
And says..
She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....
She says she loves me but
(she really thinks that I'm an asshole)
She says she loves me but
(my ears are too big)
She says she loves me but
(I pick my nose too much)
She says she loves me but
(she says I never really listen)
She says she loves me but
(I take too many pills)
She says she loves me but
(I never pay my bills)
She says she loves me but
(I wait until the last minute)
She says she loves me but
(I don't try hard enough)
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....
We met 22 years back
Fresh out the womb
Now she consumes me,
No room for self these days
And she's so demanding
Do this, do that
Don't forget to take your medicine
I hate it when her face is invading my head again
The welcome mat reads "please take off your shoes"
But she disregards the statement
I've grown accustomed to bending my beliefs to
Satisfy her needs
But I'm fed up
With plugging cuts everytime they bleed
So I dip my pen in the puddle
What a bloody mess its been
Trying to end this struggle
But I love her,
She's the reason for the lesions
Man I love her
I start bleeding when she's leaving
And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of
All the lessons learned
On my missions to try to find her but
I'll sit alone until she comes back home
And I'll be waiting by the phone
[phone rings:] "Hello?"
She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....
[On the Phone]
She don't live here no more
I heard she's staying down the street with the dead beat
That don't treat her right with two bad ass kids
Guilt and Regret
And I'm willing to bet
My last album that she's wishing she was kissing me
Man the nerve of this bitch
Pardon my French
But it's been 10 days
And I'm getting kind of light headed
Maybe I'll write her a letter in a gentleman's way
And send it with the hopes that she might get it
I can't believe I let her run all over me
But all I think about is
When she's here and holding me
I love her
She's the reason for the lesions
Man I love her
I start bleeding when she's leaving
And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of
All the lessons learned
All my missions trying to find her and
I can't complain
I kind of like the pain
She ain't even got a name
She just lives in my brain
And says..
She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....
She says she loves me but
(she really thinks that I'm an asshole)
She says she loves me but
(my ears are too big)
She says she loves me but
(I pick my nose too much)
She says she loves me but
(she says I never really listen)
She says she loves me but
(I take too many pills)
She says she loves me but
(I never pay my bills)
She says she loves me but
(I wait until the last minute)
She says she loves me but
(I don't try hard enough)
Petrified Life And The Twice Told Joke (Decrepit Bricks) lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
I walk on decrepit bricks
And kick sticks and rusty soda cans
Simply for lack of better stimulation
Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons
So sedation compensates for unexpected vacations
(Thank you )
That's my pre-gratitude
Post-please leave me alone that's just my rude attitude
No dysfunction flipside, I'm just your ordinary citizen
They're waiting patiently for me to sin again, but then again (shit...)
I'm really mommy's little angel,
But that angel on my shoulder got strangled
For trying to tangle with his nemesis he caught him on the wrong day
And got cut like DJs spinning doubles -(let the fucking song play)
I'm on my way to the store,
Ignoring the city to purchase a pack of marb reds
With a stack of rolled pennies
I could go for Denny's, and my stomach holds plenty,
But my pockets got holes, I guess the goal is to stay empty...
Quite simply put, me and my pockets share interest
I never fall in love with that pretty green-eyed temptress,
Twice (yeah right)
I learned my lesson the first time
I just couldn't keep up with that ever-changing Jordan line of foot apparel
Parallel to many clones, my eye's vision monochromes
With seven shades and twenty tones
Plus I breath artistic, they eating everything I'm feeding them
Put myself in every painting and use my spit as mat medium
And results of my children
We share the same genes,
Cast the same reflection and interpret the same dreams.
Like whoa [x3]
Whoa [x7]
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
I walk down dead end streets like I didn't see the sign
Just to turn around and walk back
That's fine and dandy, but what's whack is the fact I'm still walking
...like... "thank god for walkmans"
I'm only yawning cause these simply minded
Mortals make me sleepy
So what do I do? I resort to TV
In the seemingly lousy attempt to numb myself
With lackluster images
And insignificant information like "Willis was really Ty Bridges"
Just to have the upper hand in monotonous conversation,
And for lack of better stimulation
I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional families
With gloomy faces rockin
"Don't Worry, Be Happy" t-shirts, and you're assuming I'm tasteless?
You misconstrue it but your babies will embrace it
The basic essentials of a very bitter young man
That kicks rusty soda cans
And walks on decrepit bricks
With a permanent pair of headphones
Trying to make these lectures stick
I'll let the protestors picket,
Like they are going to make a difference
And watch them die before they realize that their cause was nonexistent
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
I walk on shitty city sidewalks stepping on every single crack
Reminiscent of that joke we used to say when we were snotty nose
My purpose got defeated when my mom turned paraplegic,
Plus I failed my civil service exam,
They said I cheated.
:not to mention tainted urine samples and the attention span of a second-grader
More fascinated with building blocks than wasting time stressing his daily lesson
Hence the ridilin I've been gone with the wind like lucky lottery tickets since day one (one)
I stepped on the left cause rights wrong (wrong)
So what do I do?I resort to friendly games of ping pong and sing a song of sixpence
I'm none the richer, I just kiss her on the lips and keep trucking
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
And kick sticks and rusty soda cans
Simply for lack of better stimulation
Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons
So sedation compensates for unexpected vacations
(Thank you )
That's my pre-gratitude
Post-please leave me alone that's just my rude attitude
No dysfunction flipside, I'm just your ordinary citizen
They're waiting patiently for me to sin again, but then again (shit...)
I'm really mommy's little angel,
But that angel on my shoulder got strangled
For trying to tangle with his nemesis he caught him on the wrong day
And got cut like DJs spinning doubles -(let the fucking song play)
I'm on my way to the store,
Ignoring the city to purchase a pack of marb reds
With a stack of rolled pennies
I could go for Denny's, and my stomach holds plenty,
But my pockets got holes, I guess the goal is to stay empty...
Quite simply put, me and my pockets share interest
I never fall in love with that pretty green-eyed temptress,
Twice (yeah right)
I learned my lesson the first time
I just couldn't keep up with that ever-changing Jordan line of foot apparel
Parallel to many clones, my eye's vision monochromes
With seven shades and twenty tones
Plus I breath artistic, they eating everything I'm feeding them
Put myself in every painting and use my spit as mat medium
And results of my children
We share the same genes,
Cast the same reflection and interpret the same dreams.
Like whoa [x3]
Whoa [x7]
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
I walk down dead end streets like I didn't see the sign
Just to turn around and walk back
That's fine and dandy, but what's whack is the fact I'm still walking
...like... "thank god for walkmans"
I'm only yawning cause these simply minded
Mortals make me sleepy
So what do I do? I resort to TV
In the seemingly lousy attempt to numb myself
With lackluster images
And insignificant information like "Willis was really Ty Bridges"
Just to have the upper hand in monotonous conversation,
And for lack of better stimulation
I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional families
With gloomy faces rockin
"Don't Worry, Be Happy" t-shirts, and you're assuming I'm tasteless?
You misconstrue it but your babies will embrace it
The basic essentials of a very bitter young man
That kicks rusty soda cans
And walks on decrepit bricks
With a permanent pair of headphones
Trying to make these lectures stick
I'll let the protestors picket,
Like they are going to make a difference
And watch them die before they realize that their cause was nonexistent
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
I walk on shitty city sidewalks stepping on every single crack
Reminiscent of that joke we used to say when we were snotty nose
My purpose got defeated when my mom turned paraplegic,
Plus I failed my civil service exam,
They said I cheated.
:not to mention tainted urine samples and the attention span of a second-grader
More fascinated with building blocks than wasting time stressing his daily lesson
Hence the ridilin I've been gone with the wind like lucky lottery tickets since day one (one)
I stepped on the left cause rights wrong (wrong)
So what do I do?I resort to friendly games of ping pong and sing a song of sixpence
I'm none the richer, I just kiss her on the lips and keep trucking
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
Make Out Club lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
If I recall correctly
It was the middle of spring
Walkin with my boys
Contemplating what summer will bring
We started talking about girls
And it was the funniest thing
As I started to remember some of my funniest flings
See there was Ashley,
She caught my eye the second that she passed me
I kissed her once
Then she started to harass me
She called all night long
I had to buy a brand new phone
And let me see
There was Melanie
To have a mouth like that should be a felony
Wouldn't believe half the shit that she was telling me
I mean dirty vocab
She used to talk like she was crunk
And after that was Tiffany
The one with the cute cousin
Are you kiddin' me?
She had a man
But that didn't mean shit to me
He tried to catch us all the time
But I was just to goddamn smooth
And I can't forget to mention Carrie
But that situation quickly got scary
Cuz after 2 days she was like lets get married
Can you believe that shit?
I had to pack my bags and move!
They say I gotta change my evil ways
And I'm working hard at it every day but
No matter what i do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm trying not to
If love is just a game that people play
And practice make perfect is what they say but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm trying not to
I'll always remember Monica
The Jewish chick
She'd always give me gifts for Chanukkah
To meet her folks she tried to make me rock a Yhomica
But she looked so damn good
She almost made my ass convert
And after that there was Lisa
She had a twin sister, Teresa
I bumped into them at Cam's getting pizza
The greatest night of my life
Schlep's "The Rock that Killed Two Birds"
And there was Erica
She had the stankest breath in North America,
I tried to slip her tic tac's
But they were scared of her
And when we made out
I always had to plug my nose
And I suppose you know your sister
Shoot, I swear by hand and God
I only kissed her
I gotta foot fetish
But she gotta lota blisters
I mean hammer time feet
You'd think she had dead bugs for toes
They say I gotta change my evil ways
And I'm working hard at it every day but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm trying not to
If love is just a game that people play
And practice make perfect is what they say but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm trying not to
Yo Matt,
Remember Catherine?
She talked so much
I used to make her bring me aspirin
Bla, bla bla bla
I'm doing fine thanks for asking
I even tried to make a muzzle
But her mouth just would not quit
Oh Shit
Remember Shauna?
I hate to bring her up again
I didn't wanna
That girl I talked about
In that "Girl's A Dog" song
Yeah, the poster girl for Paxil
Almost made me lose my grip
And oh shit
There was Krystal
The meth head
She used to sniff like a fist full
One time she chased me down the street with a pistol
She tried to say I took her stash
She bugged out and tried to kill my ass
And at last we got Kimmy
She went abroad
Came back
And broke up with me
And so I ripped up all the letters that she sent me
I cried for like 3 days
Then it was back to my evil ways
They say I gotta change my evil ways
And I'm working hard at it every day but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm trying not to
If love is just a game that people play
And practice make perfect is what they say but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm trying not to
They say I gotta change my evil ways
And I'm working hard at it every day but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm trying not to
If love is just a game that people play
And practice make perfect is what they say but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm trying not to
It was the middle of spring
Walkin with my boys
Contemplating what summer will bring
We started talking about girls
And it was the funniest thing
As I started to remember some of my funniest flings
See there was Ashley,
She caught my eye the second that she passed me
I kissed her once
Then she started to harass me
She called all night long
I had to buy a brand new phone
And let me see
There was Melanie
To have a mouth like that should be a felony
Wouldn't believe half the shit that she was telling me
I mean dirty vocab
She used to talk like she was crunk
And after that was Tiffany
The one with the cute cousin
Are you kiddin' me?
She had a man
But that didn't mean shit to me
He tried to catch us all the time
But I was just to goddamn smooth
And I can't forget to mention Carrie
But that situation quickly got scary
Cuz after 2 days she was like lets get married
Can you believe that shit?
I had to pack my bags and move!
They say I gotta change my evil ways
And I'm working hard at it every day but
No matter what i do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm trying not to
If love is just a game that people play
And practice make perfect is what they say but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm trying not to
I'll always remember Monica
The Jewish chick
She'd always give me gifts for Chanukkah
To meet her folks she tried to make me rock a Yhomica
But she looked so damn good
She almost made my ass convert
And after that there was Lisa
She had a twin sister, Teresa
I bumped into them at Cam's getting pizza
The greatest night of my life
Schlep's "The Rock that Killed Two Birds"
And there was Erica
She had the stankest breath in North America,
I tried to slip her tic tac's
But they were scared of her
And when we made out
I always had to plug my nose
And I suppose you know your sister
Shoot, I swear by hand and God
I only kissed her
I gotta foot fetish
But she gotta lota blisters
I mean hammer time feet
You'd think she had dead bugs for toes
They say I gotta change my evil ways
And I'm working hard at it every day but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm trying not to
If love is just a game that people play
And practice make perfect is what they say but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm trying not to
Yo Matt,
Remember Catherine?
She talked so much
I used to make her bring me aspirin
Bla, bla bla bla
I'm doing fine thanks for asking
I even tried to make a muzzle
But her mouth just would not quit
Oh Shit
Remember Shauna?
I hate to bring her up again
I didn't wanna
That girl I talked about
In that "Girl's A Dog" song
Yeah, the poster girl for Paxil
Almost made me lose my grip
And oh shit
There was Krystal
The meth head
She used to sniff like a fist full
One time she chased me down the street with a pistol
She tried to say I took her stash
She bugged out and tried to kill my ass
And at last we got Kimmy
She went abroad
Came back
And broke up with me
And so I ripped up all the letters that she sent me
I cried for like 3 days
Then it was back to my evil ways
They say I gotta change my evil ways
And I'm working hard at it every day but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm trying not to
If love is just a game that people play
And practice make perfect is what they say but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm trying not to
They say I gotta change my evil ways
And I'm working hard at it every day but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm trying not to
If love is just a game that people play
And practice make perfect is what they say but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm trying not to
Taxi Driver lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
I took cutie for a ride in my deathcab
She tipped me with a kiss I dropped her off at the meth lab
Before she left she made a dashboard confessional
And spilled her guts in cursive but whats worse is
I could still see her bright eyes like sunny day real estate
Oh my and in a funny way the ceiling tastes
So high but no chance
My little chemical romance left a bad taste in my mouth
But I approached her like hey mercedes why the long face
Why you cryin? theres no need
Just put on this coheed and fallout
Boy meets girl jimmy eat world
But Schlep eats pills till hes all out
Not once not twice she was thrice times a lady
Mackin on brand new, but I had to
Bounce over to the postal service to
Pick up these pills that take care of my nervousness
And all the way I saw planes and mistook 'em for stars
She played games but she took em too far
At the drive in
Watching soft porn and you can tell
By the trail of the dead, that there was somethin in the popcorn
I hop in my cab destination midtown
Just to get up with some kids that like to get down
I'd made my rounds and that was that
In between the frowns and scraps and heart attacks
And I remember I seen her ass in early november
On a Thursday taking back Sunday for a refund
She shot a wink like no hard feelings
Then she jetted to brazil man them pills had me spun
This is the story of the year right here
This is hot water music
Put ya ramen into it
She tipped me with a kiss I dropped her off at the meth lab
Before she left she made a dashboard confessional
And spilled her guts in cursive but whats worse is
I could still see her bright eyes like sunny day real estate
Oh my and in a funny way the ceiling tastes
So high but no chance
My little chemical romance left a bad taste in my mouth
But I approached her like hey mercedes why the long face
Why you cryin? theres no need
Just put on this coheed and fallout
Boy meets girl jimmy eat world
But Schlep eats pills till hes all out
Not once not twice she was thrice times a lady
Mackin on brand new, but I had to
Bounce over to the postal service to
Pick up these pills that take care of my nervousness
And all the way I saw planes and mistook 'em for stars
She played games but she took em too far
At the drive in
Watching soft porn and you can tell
By the trail of the dead, that there was somethin in the popcorn
I hop in my cab destination midtown
Just to get up with some kids that like to get down
I'd made my rounds and that was that
In between the frowns and scraps and heart attacks
And I remember I seen her ass in early november
On a Thursday taking back Sunday for a refund
She shot a wink like no hard feelings
Then she jetted to brazil man them pills had me spun
This is the story of the year right here
This is hot water music
Put ya ramen into it
So Long Friend lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
Today I wasn't even gonna take a shower
And then I got a call sayin that my cousin died in a fire
So I washed myself for what seemed like three hours
With tears and rusty water
I need some of that Calgon take me away action immediately
Before I start scrubbing my hands hard repeatedly
I'm stuck somewhere lethargic between reality
and a fuckin Tool video - WAKE ME UP!
I've said goodbye too many times in these 22 long ones
And here I am wavin again; so long friend
I should have told her how this town doesn't like it when people leave
So it finds ways to keep them
It sows seeds and reaps them
And now she's part of that harvest, but different from all the others
Ask her mother how her smile touched souls and warmed cold hearts
Monique I miss you
I wish I could've kissed you farewell
and given you that tattoo you always asked for
But when I'm done tattin Thug Life on God's stomach
You got next; I'm done, y'all take what you want from it
I'm goin to wash my hands
I miss you girl
And then I got a call sayin that my cousin died in a fire
So I washed myself for what seemed like three hours
With tears and rusty water
I need some of that Calgon take me away action immediately
Before I start scrubbing my hands hard repeatedly
I'm stuck somewhere lethargic between reality
and a fuckin Tool video - WAKE ME UP!
I've said goodbye too many times in these 22 long ones
And here I am wavin again; so long friend
I should have told her how this town doesn't like it when people leave
So it finds ways to keep them
It sows seeds and reaps them
And now she's part of that harvest, but different from all the others
Ask her mother how her smile touched souls and warmed cold hearts
Monique I miss you
I wish I could've kissed you farewell
and given you that tattoo you always asked for
But when I'm done tattin Thug Life on God's stomach
You got next; I'm done, y'all take what you want from it
I'm goin to wash my hands
I miss you girl
Everyday's Forecast lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
You think you know, but you have no idea
This is the diary of a breathing onomatopoeia
Now here's another broken link for anyone who thinks my life's together
I rock a raincoat despite the pleasant weather
God's placed a permanent dark cloud above my head
But he was nice enough to loan me a holy umbrella
Well thank ya fella,
How considerate
I'm the illegitimate son of accident-prone degenerates
Today's forecast partly cloudy with a good chance of rain
So I wear my sarcasm badge proudly and
Flash a devilish grin
That'll make the most masculine Men skeptical of his existence
And when the rain begins, I take a seat to retire and admire the spectacle
From a distance
For instance, there was this cat the other day shootin me ice grills
But when I looked, he looked the other way
Now any other day
Wouldn't let this type of shit bother me
Today it was enough to make my lucky charms soggy
So finally I stepped to him
Kindly disrespected him
Looked him dead in the eyes and analyzed how it effected him
He broke down in tears talking about how God neglected him
Make this rain go away
Things would be much better
I swear, I swear
If the sun would come out today
Life would be more worthwhile, worthwhile,
And all it took was a sewing needle to deflate my swollen ego
Then pop pop went my God Complex
I never thought 19 yrs after my first breath I'd be in art school surrounded
By corny fucks debating who's more depressed
I'm 21 now, and still can't deal with what's real
But I'll be damned if I give up and settles for pills
Daddy taught me better
Mommy taught me how to crack 40's and jack 6 packs in oversized sweaters
And one time my mother changes
So I'm in the rain waiting
For the flood gates to open
Impersonating my favorite VH1 Behind the Music tragedy
Catastrophe never tasted so acidic before
I'm PH balanced
For the floor? But strong enough to stay a float
And doggy paddle long enough to catch that
Life preserver rope
And then I'll be on a parallel ladder laughing like,
Damn my man, for the love of Pete what happened
And finally I step to you
Kindly disrespect you
Looked you dead in the eyes and analyzed how it affected you
Watch you break down in tears talking about how God neglected you
Misdirected the definition of pitiful
Make this rain go away
Things would be much better
I swear, I swear
If the sun would come out today
Life would be more worthwhile, worthwhile,
Yo, you ever watch a whole day wash away like your
Very last match that got wet the second you struck it
Well go ahead relieve your stress, kick bucket all you want,
A cigarette that never mattered's all you stuck with
You ever watch a whole day wash away like your
Very last match that got wet the second you struck it
Well go ahead relieve your stress, kick bucket all you want,
A cigarette that never mattered's all you stuck with
Make this rain go away
Things would be much better
I swear, I swear
If the sun would come out today
Life would be more worthwhile, worthwhile,
You think you know, but you have no idea
This is the diary of a breathing onomatopoeia
This is the diary of a breathing onomatopoeia
Now here's another broken link for anyone who thinks my life's together
I rock a raincoat despite the pleasant weather
God's placed a permanent dark cloud above my head
But he was nice enough to loan me a holy umbrella
Well thank ya fella,
How considerate
I'm the illegitimate son of accident-prone degenerates
Today's forecast partly cloudy with a good chance of rain
So I wear my sarcasm badge proudly and
Flash a devilish grin
That'll make the most masculine Men skeptical of his existence
And when the rain begins, I take a seat to retire and admire the spectacle
From a distance
For instance, there was this cat the other day shootin me ice grills
But when I looked, he looked the other way
Now any other day
Wouldn't let this type of shit bother me
Today it was enough to make my lucky charms soggy
So finally I stepped to him
Kindly disrespected him
Looked him dead in the eyes and analyzed how it effected him
He broke down in tears talking about how God neglected him
Make this rain go away
Things would be much better
I swear, I swear
If the sun would come out today
Life would be more worthwhile, worthwhile,
And all it took was a sewing needle to deflate my swollen ego
Then pop pop went my God Complex
I never thought 19 yrs after my first breath I'd be in art school surrounded
By corny fucks debating who's more depressed
I'm 21 now, and still can't deal with what's real
But I'll be damned if I give up and settles for pills
Daddy taught me better
Mommy taught me how to crack 40's and jack 6 packs in oversized sweaters
And one time my mother changes
So I'm in the rain waiting
For the flood gates to open
Impersonating my favorite VH1 Behind the Music tragedy
Catastrophe never tasted so acidic before
I'm PH balanced
For the floor? But strong enough to stay a float
And doggy paddle long enough to catch that
Life preserver rope
And then I'll be on a parallel ladder laughing like,
Damn my man, for the love of Pete what happened
And finally I step to you
Kindly disrespect you
Looked you dead in the eyes and analyzed how it affected you
Watch you break down in tears talking about how God neglected you
Misdirected the definition of pitiful
Make this rain go away
Things would be much better
I swear, I swear
If the sun would come out today
Life would be more worthwhile, worthwhile,
Yo, you ever watch a whole day wash away like your
Very last match that got wet the second you struck it
Well go ahead relieve your stress, kick bucket all you want,
A cigarette that never mattered's all you stuck with
You ever watch a whole day wash away like your
Very last match that got wet the second you struck it
Well go ahead relieve your stress, kick bucket all you want,
A cigarette that never mattered's all you stuck with
Make this rain go away
Things would be much better
I swear, I swear
If the sun would come out today
Life would be more worthwhile, worthwhile,
You think you know, but you have no idea
This is the diary of a breathing onomatopoeia
Pillmattic lyric - Gym Class Heroes
Pillmatic, three Xanies down, I'm pounding Honey Browns
I'm pillmatic the oxycontin got my stomach rotting
Pillmatic I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit I'm pillmatic
Thinking back on when it all started
I found pink hearts in mommy's little pocket book
And took em
Popping when she wasn't looking
I guess it runs in the family
I'm liable to eat any pill you randomly hand me
Save the greenery
I'm looking for them labels reading
May cause drowsiness be careful when operating machinery
Beautiful pharmaceuticals
Residue in my cuticles
Sniffing them with a suitable
Wishing they made em chewable
Catch me in the source with five pills next to my name
Like fuck five mics I want five vic fame
If killing pain is the name of the game
Then I'm your number one draft pick
Dash quick to the closest medicine cabinet
Kill the whole bottle
Never played the role model position
I'm just living
So take 2 of these and call me in the morning
I'mma take 4 and finish this 40 cause life's boring
Pillmatic, three Xanies down, I'm pounding Honey Browns
I'm pillmatic the oxycontin got my stomach rotting
Pillmatic I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit I'm pillmatic
Keep the hydro unless it's codone behind it
Never have to roam far from home to find it
Writin' fake scripts like my doctor signed it
Till I spelled his last name wrong
This ain't a song for the kids like the last album
Put em to bed go ahead and turn the Valium up
A couple meds to ease the pain of the papercuts
The doctor says slow down maybe later buts
40 milligrams, a 40 and I'm faded
This world is crazy so I stay medicated
Percoset, Ativan, and Klonopin
When my social lights are out
They turn them on again
I'll eat em till I'm born again
Oxycontin, orange juice and gin
Equals projectile wild style burner on a porcelain
Pillmatic, three Xanies down, I'm pounding Honey Browns
I'm pillmatic the oxycontin got my stomach rotting
Pillmatic I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit I'm pillmatic
I'm pillmatic the oxycontin got my stomach rotting
Pillmatic I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit I'm pillmatic
Thinking back on when it all started
I found pink hearts in mommy's little pocket book
And took em
Popping when she wasn't looking
I guess it runs in the family
I'm liable to eat any pill you randomly hand me
Save the greenery
I'm looking for them labels reading
May cause drowsiness be careful when operating machinery
Beautiful pharmaceuticals
Residue in my cuticles
Sniffing them with a suitable
Wishing they made em chewable
Catch me in the source with five pills next to my name
Like fuck five mics I want five vic fame
If killing pain is the name of the game
Then I'm your number one draft pick
Dash quick to the closest medicine cabinet
Kill the whole bottle
Never played the role model position
I'm just living
So take 2 of these and call me in the morning
I'mma take 4 and finish this 40 cause life's boring
Pillmatic, three Xanies down, I'm pounding Honey Browns
I'm pillmatic the oxycontin got my stomach rotting
Pillmatic I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit I'm pillmatic
Keep the hydro unless it's codone behind it
Never have to roam far from home to find it
Writin' fake scripts like my doctor signed it
Till I spelled his last name wrong
This ain't a song for the kids like the last album
Put em to bed go ahead and turn the Valium up
A couple meds to ease the pain of the papercuts
The doctor says slow down maybe later buts
40 milligrams, a 40 and I'm faded
This world is crazy so I stay medicated
Percoset, Ativan, and Klonopin
When my social lights are out
They turn them on again
I'll eat em till I'm born again
Oxycontin, orange juice and gin
Equals projectile wild style burner on a porcelain
Pillmatic, three Xanies down, I'm pounding Honey Browns
I'm pillmatic the oxycontin got my stomach rotting
Pillmatic I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit I'm pillmatic
Simple Living lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
[Verse One]
I'm like nine minutes away from finishing my nine hour shift
and wishin I was gone nine hours ago
Cause nine hours wasted, tossin back of this chicken
I coulda written nine verses just in time for the show
Slacker mindstate livin on time that's borrowed
My motto's I'll stop procrastinatin tomorrow
I took the sorrow from the windchimes, left happiness lonesome
And strung up sarcasm to make the melody wholesome
From my lungs to my feet, I'm breathin everything I speak
And now they chargin for oxygen and the bill's due next week
I'll be a day late and a buck short, story of my life
I wish my pay rate was much more, duckin swords in the rat race
I didn't apply for runnin towards something that's fake
And thinkin, why for? They shuttin doors right in my face
And sittin high horse is a car and a dope place
Somethin to die for, this is my war, so
[Chorus]
Now I'm schemin on plots to make my pockets swell
Simple livin is a bitch but damn, I do it well
Some are fortunate to make it and, some of 'em fail
Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed
Schemin on plots - HEY, HEY
Simple livin is a bitch - HEY, HEY
Some are fortunate to make it - HEY, HEY
Some locomotors push through - HEY, HEY
[Verse Two]
I lead a crocodile mile lifestyle, I run and slide
But when it's time to collide with the bump, I always bail
Cause I'm not ready for that dive or that silly nine to five
Solidified career option, a hop skip and a leap
away from rock star, and not too far away from fillin pop's shoes
The idyllic hard workin type of calloused hands
Complete with wife, kids, dog, house, and picket fence, that's nonsense
I'm convinced I'm built for better things
And won't settle for the empty smile that cheddar brings
It seems like I'm workin hard simply cause it's what they say I have to do
You graduate and then you either get a job, or you go to school
12 years wasn't enough?
That's more than half of my life spent tryin to make the world accept me
Plus I've got the papers saying that I made it through
Now I'm working 2 jobs, 3 with music and you don't respect me?
Fuck it I'll retire now, you'll work until you're 62, and
[Chorus]
[whistling until beat stops]
I'm like nine minutes away from finishing my nine hour shift
and wishin I was gone nine hours ago
Cause nine hours wasted, tossin back of this chicken
I coulda written nine verses just in time for the show
Slacker mindstate livin on time that's borrowed
My motto's I'll stop procrastinatin tomorrow
I took the sorrow from the windchimes, left happiness lonesome
And strung up sarcasm to make the melody wholesome
From my lungs to my feet, I'm breathin everything I speak
And now they chargin for oxygen and the bill's due next week
I'll be a day late and a buck short, story of my life
I wish my pay rate was much more, duckin swords in the rat race
I didn't apply for runnin towards something that's fake
And thinkin, why for? They shuttin doors right in my face
And sittin high horse is a car and a dope place
Somethin to die for, this is my war, so
[Chorus]
Now I'm schemin on plots to make my pockets swell
Simple livin is a bitch but damn, I do it well
Some are fortunate to make it and, some of 'em fail
Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed
Schemin on plots - HEY, HEY
Simple livin is a bitch - HEY, HEY
Some are fortunate to make it - HEY, HEY
Some locomotors push through - HEY, HEY
[Verse Two]
I lead a crocodile mile lifestyle, I run and slide
But when it's time to collide with the bump, I always bail
Cause I'm not ready for that dive or that silly nine to five
Solidified career option, a hop skip and a leap
away from rock star, and not too far away from fillin pop's shoes
The idyllic hard workin type of calloused hands
Complete with wife, kids, dog, house, and picket fence, that's nonsense
I'm convinced I'm built for better things
And won't settle for the empty smile that cheddar brings
It seems like I'm workin hard simply cause it's what they say I have to do
You graduate and then you either get a job, or you go to school
12 years wasn't enough?
That's more than half of my life spent tryin to make the world accept me
Plus I've got the papers saying that I made it through
Now I'm working 2 jobs, 3 with music and you don't respect me?
Fuck it I'll retire now, you'll work until you're 62, and
[Chorus]
[whistling until beat stops]
Cupid's Chokehold lyrics - Gym Class Heroes (feat. Patrick Stump of Fall Out Boy)
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
It's been some time since we last spoke
This is gonna sound like a bad joke
But momma I fell in love again
It's safe to say I have a new girlfriend
And I know it sounds so old
But cupid got me in a chokehold
And I'm afraid I might give in
Towels on the mat my white flag is wavin'
I mean she even cooks me pancakes
And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is
We even got a secret handshake
And she loves the music that my band makes
I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun
(ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
It's been awhile since we talked last and I'm tryin' hard not to talk fast
But dad I'm finally thinkin' I may have found the one
Type of girl that will make you way proud of your son
And I know you heard the last song about the girls that didn't last long
But I promise this is on a whole new plane
I can tell by the way she says my name (ba ba da da)
I love it when she calls my phone
She even got her very own ringtone
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is (ba ba da da)
It's gonna be a long drive home but I know as soon as I arrive home
And I open the door take off my coat and throw my bag on the floor
She'll be back into my arms once more for sure
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
She's got a smile that would make the most senile
Annoying old man bite his tongue
I'm not done
She's got eyes comparable to sunrise
And it doesn't stop there
Man I swear
She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten
And now she's even got her own song
But movin' on
She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard
And we can be on the phone for three hours
Not sayin' one word
And I would still cherish every moment
And when I start to build my future she's the main component
Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but
Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
It's been some time since we last spoke
This is gonna sound like a bad joke
But momma I fell in love again
It's safe to say I have a new girlfriend
And I know it sounds so old
But cupid got me in a chokehold
And I'm afraid I might give in
Towels on the mat my white flag is wavin'
I mean she even cooks me pancakes
And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is
We even got a secret handshake
And she loves the music that my band makes
I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun
(ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
It's been awhile since we talked last and I'm tryin' hard not to talk fast
But dad I'm finally thinkin' I may have found the one
Type of girl that will make you way proud of your son
And I know you heard the last song about the girls that didn't last long
But I promise this is on a whole new plane
I can tell by the way she says my name (ba ba da da)
I love it when she calls my phone
She even got her very own ringtone
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is (ba ba da da)
It's gonna be a long drive home but I know as soon as I arrive home
And I open the door take off my coat and throw my bag on the floor
She'll be back into my arms once more for sure
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
She's got a smile that would make the most senile
Annoying old man bite his tongue
I'm not done
She's got eyes comparable to sunrise
And it doesn't stop there
Man I swear
She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten
And now she's even got her own song
But movin' on
She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard
And we can be on the phone for three hours
Not sayin' one word
And I would still cherish every moment
And when I start to build my future she's the main component
Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but
Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)
Faces In The Hall lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
I knew this kid named Alberto
Funny style cat
And his girl looked like a turtle
Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle
High school track
He ran the hurdle
His peers shed tears senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average A student
Participated in class,
Never came late
And never truant
His family was picture perfect
His older sister was prom queen
His dad a decorated vet from the Vietnam team
His mother was Dear Abby,
An ordinary house wife
Like clockwork, always had dinner on the table at 5
But Alberto had a monster he kept under his bed
Instead of letting it out,
He just got a girlfriend instead
She knew something was funny
She could tell by his behavior
Or the way he flamboyantly shook his hand
When he would wave to her
She thought nothing of it
And just shoved it in the closet
Until the day that word dripped out like leaky faucet
Alberto was homosexual
I ain't have nothing against it
But little Ronnie Johnson and all his football player friends did
They'd always pick and nag
Call him "fag" and such and such
And couldn't wait to get to gym so they could really bust his nuts
The gym teacher never cared
He'd just join in on the action
He'd make silly gestures
And compared him to Micheal Jackson
Alberto couldn't take it
He'd just stop showing up and whenever he walked them halls
He just felt like throwin' up
And night he would cry and cry and ask "God why?"
Like "God, why the fucked I have to be born this way?"
God would reply, "Son, you've gotta show 'em you're more than gay"
Cause he had dreams to be a track star
Until that warm April night
Them gay jokes went way too far
Ronnie begged for his forgiveness
And invited him to a party
Cause his parents went away
And left him plenty of Bacardi
Alberto kindly accepted
He was finally accepted
Except it was all deception
And left them all unprotected
It was a plan Ronnie had scammed
To get him in the right place
Verbally degrade and rearrange his pretty face
The plan would go swiftly
They started calling him sissy
One punch turned into fifty
They beat him till he was dizzy
Now Alberto lie in blood
While his peers look on in fear
He took his last breath
And passed away his senior year
Needless to say
It was one big tragedy
And how was Ronnie gonna explain to his family,
While they were on vacation taking in sights
He got wasted and killed a kid that night
Don't be a slave and behave the way they do,
Just utilize the gifts that God gave you [x4]
I knew this girl named Maria
Bright and talented
With aspirations to be a
Big superstar
What a great idea
Until she fell off and started to listening to her peers
Oh dear!
Now Maria was your typical obnoxious
Analytical head strong rebel
Flippin' off the principal
Single mother home structure
She looked after baby brother
While mom worked two jobs
Just to buy supper
Pops was a struggling musician
Troubled man,
Juggling family and heroin addiction
He overdosed and left a notice of eviction
And a crate of records on the table in the kitchen
And a little angel with a keen sense of sound
Who saw silence in the records she found
And she would stay up late at night
Reciting songs to herself
Under pale moonlight
Righting wrongs that her pops made,
Promised her mom she'd never go that same route
Turns out
Carrie Anne had other plans
Her and her man Ronnie most popular,
Second best to nobody
Homecoming queen versus ugly duckling
And the story ends the same way
OK, Ronnie's parents went away for a couple of days
And told him "No Drinking"
What the fuck were they thinking?
Maria was oblivious that her boyfriend had already been invited
So when Carrie Anne asked
She got all excited
Like "damn now I got something to look forward to"
Or so she thought
Maria kindly accepted,
She was finally accepted,
Except it was all bullshit
Now pay attention,
Carrie Anne hated Maria cause she could sing
So she scored a bag of heroin
But the craziest thing was
Maria never touched drugs, she did that night
And when her man was getting beat
She was nowhere in sight
Now her boyfriend lie in blood
And she had no idea
Alberto passed away and she got hooked her senior year
Needless to say
It was one one big tragedy
And I hate to break it but
It doesn't end happily
A warm day in May,
The sky was so beautiful
Carrie Anne died in a crash leaving the funeral
Funny style cat
And his girl looked like a turtle
Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle
High school track
He ran the hurdle
His peers shed tears senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average A student
Participated in class,
Never came late
And never truant
His family was picture perfect
His older sister was prom queen
His dad a decorated vet from the Vietnam team
His mother was Dear Abby,
An ordinary house wife
Like clockwork, always had dinner on the table at 5
But Alberto had a monster he kept under his bed
Instead of letting it out,
He just got a girlfriend instead
She knew something was funny
She could tell by his behavior
Or the way he flamboyantly shook his hand
When he would wave to her
She thought nothing of it
And just shoved it in the closet
Until the day that word dripped out like leaky faucet
Alberto was homosexual
I ain't have nothing against it
But little Ronnie Johnson and all his football player friends did
They'd always pick and nag
Call him "fag" and such and such
And couldn't wait to get to gym so they could really bust his nuts
The gym teacher never cared
He'd just join in on the action
He'd make silly gestures
And compared him to Micheal Jackson
Alberto couldn't take it
He'd just stop showing up and whenever he walked them halls
He just felt like throwin' up
And night he would cry and cry and ask "God why?"
Like "God, why the fucked I have to be born this way?"
God would reply, "Son, you've gotta show 'em you're more than gay"
Cause he had dreams to be a track star
Until that warm April night
Them gay jokes went way too far
Ronnie begged for his forgiveness
And invited him to a party
Cause his parents went away
And left him plenty of Bacardi
Alberto kindly accepted
He was finally accepted
Except it was all deception
And left them all unprotected
It was a plan Ronnie had scammed
To get him in the right place
Verbally degrade and rearrange his pretty face
The plan would go swiftly
They started calling him sissy
One punch turned into fifty
They beat him till he was dizzy
Now Alberto lie in blood
While his peers look on in fear
He took his last breath
And passed away his senior year
Needless to say
It was one big tragedy
And how was Ronnie gonna explain to his family,
While they were on vacation taking in sights
He got wasted and killed a kid that night
Don't be a slave and behave the way they do,
Just utilize the gifts that God gave you [x4]
I knew this girl named Maria
Bright and talented
With aspirations to be a
Big superstar
What a great idea
Until she fell off and started to listening to her peers
Oh dear!
Now Maria was your typical obnoxious
Analytical head strong rebel
Flippin' off the principal
Single mother home structure
She looked after baby brother
While mom worked two jobs
Just to buy supper
Pops was a struggling musician
Troubled man,
Juggling family and heroin addiction
He overdosed and left a notice of eviction
And a crate of records on the table in the kitchen
And a little angel with a keen sense of sound
Who saw silence in the records she found
And she would stay up late at night
Reciting songs to herself
Under pale moonlight
Righting wrongs that her pops made,
Promised her mom she'd never go that same route
Turns out
Carrie Anne had other plans
Her and her man Ronnie most popular,
Second best to nobody
Homecoming queen versus ugly duckling
And the story ends the same way
OK, Ronnie's parents went away for a couple of days
And told him "No Drinking"
What the fuck were they thinking?
Maria was oblivious that her boyfriend had already been invited
So when Carrie Anne asked
She got all excited
Like "damn now I got something to look forward to"
Or so she thought
Maria kindly accepted,
She was finally accepted,
Except it was all bullshit
Now pay attention,
Carrie Anne hated Maria cause she could sing
So she scored a bag of heroin
But the craziest thing was
Maria never touched drugs, she did that night
And when her man was getting beat
She was nowhere in sight
Now her boyfriend lie in blood
And she had no idea
Alberto passed away and she got hooked her senior year
Needless to say
It was one one big tragedy
And I hate to break it but
It doesn't end happily
A warm day in May,
The sky was so beautiful
Carrie Anne died in a crash leaving the funeral
Graduation Day lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
I knew this kid named Alberto
Funny style cat and his girl looked like a turtle
Not Lisa Turtle just a turtle
High school track he ran the hurtle
His peers shed tears his senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average day student
A student participated in class, never came late
And never true and his family was picture perfect
His older sister was prom queen
His dad a decorator vet from Vietnam scene
His mother was Dear Abby, an ordinary house wife
Like clock would always have dinner on the table at five
But Alberto had a monster, he kept under his bed
And instead of letting it out, he just got a girlfriend
Instead, she knew something was funny she could tell
By his behavior or the way he would wave his hand
When he would wave to her, she never though anything of it
And just shoved it in the closet until the day the word dripped out
Like leaky faucet, Alberto was homosexual, I ain't have nothing against it
But little Ronny Johnson and all his football player friends
Did they always picking bad calling him fag and such, and such
And couldn't wait to get to gym and really bust his nuts?
The gym teacher never cared he'd join in on the action
Make silly gestures and compare him to Michael Jackson
Alberto couldn't take it, he just stopped showing up
And whenever he walked the malls, he just felt like throwing up
And at night he would cry and cry, and ask God, why?
Like God, why the fuck I had to be born this way?
God would reply, "Son you got to show them your more then just gay"
See, he had dreams of being a track star until the night
The gay jokes went way to far Ronny begged for his forgiveness
And invited him to a party 'cause his parents went away
And left him plenty of Bacardi, Alberto kindly accepted
He was finally accepted, accepted was all deception
And all unprotected it was a play rite a scam to get him in
The right place verbally degrade him and rearrange his pretty face
The plan would go swiftly, they started calling him Sissy
When plus turned into fifty they beat him until he was dizzy
Now, Alberto lie in blood while his peers look on him in fear
He took his last breath and passed away his senior year
Needless to say it was one big tragedy, and how was Ronny
Gonna explain it to his family while they were on vacation?
Taking in sights he got wasted killed a kid that night
Don't be a saver, but hate the way they do
Just utilize the gifts god gave you
I knew this girl named Maria right and talented
With aspirations to be a big superstar what a great idea
Until she fell off and started listening to her peers
Oh dear, now, Maria was your typically obnoxious analytical
Head strong rebel flipping off the principles single mother
Home structure she looked at the baby brother while the moms work
Two jobs just to buy supper pops was a struggling musician
Troubled man, juggling heroin addiction, he overdosed
And left a notice of eviction and cradle record in the kitchen
And a little angel with a keen sense of sound who saw silence
In the record she found and she would stay up late at night
Reciting songs to herself in the pale moonlight
Writing wrongs that her pops made promise to mom
She would never go the same route turns out, Karie Ann had other plans
Her inter man Ronny, most popular, second best to nobody
Homecoming queen vs. ugly duckling and the story ends the same way
Okay, Ronny's parents went away for a couple of days
And told him no drinking, what the fuck was they thinking?
Maria was oblivious that her boyfriend had already been invited
So, when Karie Ann asked, she got all excited like
Damn now, I've got something to look forward to
And so she thought, Maria kindly accepted
She was finally accepted, except it was all bullshit
Now pay attention, Karie Ann hated Maria
'Cause she could sing and so she scored a bag of heroin
But the craziest thing was, Maria never touched drugs
She did that night and when her man was getting beat
She was nowhere in sight, now her boyfriend lay in blood
And she had no idea Alberto passed away and she got hooked
Her senior year, needless to say it was one big tragedy
And I hate to break it, but it doesn't end happily
A warm day in May, the sky was so beautiful
Karie Ann died in a crash leaving the funeral
Funny style cat and his girl looked like a turtle
Not Lisa Turtle just a turtle
High school track he ran the hurtle
His peers shed tears his senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average day student
A student participated in class, never came late
And never true and his family was picture perfect
His older sister was prom queen
His dad a decorator vet from Vietnam scene
His mother was Dear Abby, an ordinary house wife
Like clock would always have dinner on the table at five
But Alberto had a monster, he kept under his bed
And instead of letting it out, he just got a girlfriend
Instead, she knew something was funny she could tell
By his behavior or the way he would wave his hand
When he would wave to her, she never though anything of it
And just shoved it in the closet until the day the word dripped out
Like leaky faucet, Alberto was homosexual, I ain't have nothing against it
But little Ronny Johnson and all his football player friends
Did they always picking bad calling him fag and such, and such
And couldn't wait to get to gym and really bust his nuts?
The gym teacher never cared he'd join in on the action
Make silly gestures and compare him to Michael Jackson
Alberto couldn't take it, he just stopped showing up
And whenever he walked the malls, he just felt like throwing up
And at night he would cry and cry, and ask God, why?
Like God, why the fuck I had to be born this way?
God would reply, "Son you got to show them your more then just gay"
See, he had dreams of being a track star until the night
The gay jokes went way to far Ronny begged for his forgiveness
And invited him to a party 'cause his parents went away
And left him plenty of Bacardi, Alberto kindly accepted
He was finally accepted, accepted was all deception
And all unprotected it was a play rite a scam to get him in
The right place verbally degrade him and rearrange his pretty face
The plan would go swiftly, they started calling him Sissy
When plus turned into fifty they beat him until he was dizzy
Now, Alberto lie in blood while his peers look on him in fear
He took his last breath and passed away his senior year
Needless to say it was one big tragedy, and how was Ronny
Gonna explain it to his family while they were on vacation?
Taking in sights he got wasted killed a kid that night
Don't be a saver, but hate the way they do
Just utilize the gifts god gave you
I knew this girl named Maria right and talented
With aspirations to be a big superstar what a great idea
Until she fell off and started listening to her peers
Oh dear, now, Maria was your typically obnoxious analytical
Head strong rebel flipping off the principles single mother
Home structure she looked at the baby brother while the moms work
Two jobs just to buy supper pops was a struggling musician
Troubled man, juggling heroin addiction, he overdosed
And left a notice of eviction and cradle record in the kitchen
And a little angel with a keen sense of sound who saw silence
In the record she found and she would stay up late at night
Reciting songs to herself in the pale moonlight
Writing wrongs that her pops made promise to mom
She would never go the same route turns out, Karie Ann had other plans
Her inter man Ronny, most popular, second best to nobody
Homecoming queen vs. ugly duckling and the story ends the same way
Okay, Ronny's parents went away for a couple of days
And told him no drinking, what the fuck was they thinking?
Maria was oblivious that her boyfriend had already been invited
So, when Karie Ann asked, she got all excited like
Damn now, I've got something to look forward to
And so she thought, Maria kindly accepted
She was finally accepted, except it was all bullshit
Now pay attention, Karie Ann hated Maria
'Cause she could sing and so she scored a bag of heroin
But the craziest thing was, Maria never touched drugs
She did that night and when her man was getting beat
She was nowhere in sight, now her boyfriend lay in blood
And she had no idea Alberto passed away and she got hooked
Her senior year, needless to say it was one big tragedy
And I hate to break it, but it doesn't end happily
A warm day in May, the sky was so beautiful
Karie Ann died in a crash leaving the funeral
Apollo 3-1-5 lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
I'll kill it, I don't give a fuck [Travis talking]
Traded in my hollow words for jelly-filled verbs
And 5 pound pronouns and predicate, this is Schlep's etiquette
For sloppy-fabled manners get ya napkins, Matty Duke kick the beat and I'm rappin
Top of the line, top of the world, top of the mornin to ya top dog
That's a top-notch tie ya got, tie it in a knot
Till ya eyeballs pop out, so you can actually see what an actual MC looks like
And if I had to pick and choose, I'd be the indecisive dick in the votin booth, laughin at my options like
Stop the presser on the media, Schlep rock is leavin ya
Walk with prosthetic concoctions, I thought I told you
You just a toadstool while Mario with firepower stickin dick to the princess, it's just senseless like that David and Goliath drama
Might as the slingin stone, you're basically defenseless
Anyway you wanted Schlep rocks, cocks obnoxious, it feels like a midget is chillin in my boxers
I'm Sorry [Travis talking]
Traded in my hollow words for jelly-filled verbs
And 5 pound pronouns and predicate, this is Schlep's etiquette
For sloppy-fabled manners get ya napkins, Matty Duke kick the beat and I'm rappin
Top of the line, top of the world, top of the mornin to ya top dog
That's a top-notch tie ya got, tie it in a knot
Till ya eyeballs pop out, so you can actually see what an actual MC looks like
And if I had to pick and choose, I'd be the indecisive dick in the votin booth, laughin at my options like
Stop the presser on the media, Schlep rock is leavin ya
Walk with prosthetic concoctions, I thought I told you
You just a toadstool while Mario with firepower stickin dick to the princess, it's just senseless like that David and Goliath drama
Might as the slingin stone, you're basically defenseless
Anyway you wanted Schlep rocks, cocks obnoxious, it feels like a midget is chillin in my boxers
I'm Sorry [Travis talking]
Wejustfreestylin' Pt. 2 lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
[Intro conversation to open]
If he were recording
If he were recording right now
Then he would be getting all this at the start
My track - yo we should have a freestyle on this
Freestyle? Hit 'em off with somethin
Spit a verse Travis, spit a verse
Quit picking your nose, and come off
Quit picking your nose? Fuck you
[Freestyle]
Traded in my, hollow words for jelly-filled verbs
And five pound pronouns and predicates
This is Schlep's etiquette for sloppy fable manners get your napkins
Matty Duke kick the beat, and I'm rappin
Top of the line, top of the world, top of the mornin to ya top dawg
That's a top notch tie you got, tie it in a knot
'til your eyeballs pop out
So you can actually see what an actual MC looks like
And if I had to pick and choose
I'd be the indecisive dick in the votin booth
Laughin at my options, like
Stop the press, inform the media
Schlep Rock is leavin ya, walkin with prosthetic concoctions
I thought I told you, you just a toadstool
I'm Mario with firepower, stickin dick to the Princess
It's just senseless, like that David and Goliath drama
Minus the slingin stones, you're basically defenseless
Anyway you wanted Schlep Rock's cock obnoxious
It feels like a MIDGET is chillin in my boxers
[Outro]
Whaaaat, what? (I'm sorry)
If he were recording
If he were recording right now
Then he would be getting all this at the start
My track - yo we should have a freestyle on this
Freestyle? Hit 'em off with somethin
Spit a verse Travis, spit a verse
Quit picking your nose, and come off
Quit picking your nose? Fuck you
[Freestyle]
Traded in my, hollow words for jelly-filled verbs
And five pound pronouns and predicates
This is Schlep's etiquette for sloppy fable manners get your napkins
Matty Duke kick the beat, and I'm rappin
Top of the line, top of the world, top of the mornin to ya top dawg
That's a top notch tie you got, tie it in a knot
'til your eyeballs pop out
So you can actually see what an actual MC looks like
And if I had to pick and choose
I'd be the indecisive dick in the votin booth
Laughin at my options, like
Stop the press, inform the media
Schlep Rock is leavin ya, walkin with prosthetic concoctions
I thought I told you, you just a toadstool
I'm Mario with firepower, stickin dick to the Princess
It's just senseless, like that David and Goliath drama
Minus the slingin stones, you're basically defenseless
Anyway you wanted Schlep Rock's cock obnoxious
It feels like a MIDGET is chillin in my boxers
[Outro]
Whaaaat, what? (I'm sorry)
To Bob Ross With Love lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
Now who you know leave the scene
Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a mess you dissect it and make sense of it
Then get back to me at your earliest convenience
Check my verbal sequence as I texturize these tracks
Seven layers to be exact eliminate the whack
With a firm brush stroke I mc paintily
Lyricists begin crumbling from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and visual keep my drips minimal messages subliminal
Cause me and rap go way back we compliment
So together we enhance one another that's common sense
High intensity catches the eye your jaw drops
Be a real critic not explicit with false props
I keep my darks deep my lights bright I'm very thorough
With my churascurro inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me rock the spot like Basquiat minus the heroin
And make my face popular like Andy did to Marilyn
Its kinda scary when real art gets left behind
While they take bullshit and start selling it to blind folks
But I remain humble as long as Grace continues spinning hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred color wheels of steel
Fuck mass appeal art is art only the real can truly feel it
So open your eyes and listen
Combine your ears with vision
Or do it cause you love it
Or for cash that's your decision
That's your decision
That's your decision
It's like I'm torn between two worlds
A paintbrush and a microphone
A canvas or a beat
CD or LP
Anything goes when my ink pen flows
And God only knows where its gonna bring me next
So I'm inclined to like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you chose the path that I chose
You know the cycle ass ho don't front
It goes inspiration and productivity then a sense of self worth and in steps depression
Like back and forth and forth and back
Should I paint a picture or record a track
A gift or a curse I don't know I'm still undecided
But over the years I've found clever ways to hide it
And those that lack the passion I have may despise it
But my momma made me this way I thank her everyday
So tell them kids to keep coloring outside the lines
Until they lose they limitations and they minds is free
Tell them teachers that you want your money back this time
And tell Bob Ross for all the happy little trees
And tell my momma that her baby boy is doing just fine
Although hes running out of patience but his mind is free
And tell my pops that I'll pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two steps away from where he needs to be
Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a mess you dissect it and make sense of it
Then get back to me at your earliest convenience
Check my verbal sequence as I texturize these tracks
Seven layers to be exact eliminate the whack
With a firm brush stroke I mc paintily
Lyricists begin crumbling from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and visual keep my drips minimal messages subliminal
Cause me and rap go way back we compliment
So together we enhance one another that's common sense
High intensity catches the eye your jaw drops
Be a real critic not explicit with false props
I keep my darks deep my lights bright I'm very thorough
With my churascurro inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me rock the spot like Basquiat minus the heroin
And make my face popular like Andy did to Marilyn
Its kinda scary when real art gets left behind
While they take bullshit and start selling it to blind folks
But I remain humble as long as Grace continues spinning hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred color wheels of steel
Fuck mass appeal art is art only the real can truly feel it
So open your eyes and listen
Combine your ears with vision
Or do it cause you love it
Or for cash that's your decision
That's your decision
That's your decision
It's like I'm torn between two worlds
A paintbrush and a microphone
A canvas or a beat
CD or LP
Anything goes when my ink pen flows
And God only knows where its gonna bring me next
So I'm inclined to like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you chose the path that I chose
You know the cycle ass ho don't front
It goes inspiration and productivity then a sense of self worth and in steps depression
Like back and forth and forth and back
Should I paint a picture or record a track
A gift or a curse I don't know I'm still undecided
But over the years I've found clever ways to hide it
And those that lack the passion I have may despise it
But my momma made me this way I thank her everyday
So tell them kids to keep coloring outside the lines
Until they lose they limitations and they minds is free
Tell them teachers that you want your money back this time
And tell Bob Ross for all the happy little trees
And tell my momma that her baby boy is doing just fine
Although hes running out of patience but his mind is free
And tell my pops that I'll pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two steps away from where he needs to be
Papercuts (The Reason For The Lesions) (Remix By Mr. Dibbs) lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....
We met 22 years back
Fresh out the womb
Now she consumes me,
No room for self these days
And she's so demanding
Do this, do that
Don't forget to take your medicine
I hate it when her face is invading my head again
The welcome mat reads "please take off your shoes"
But she disregards the statement
I've grown accustomed to bending my beliefs to
Satisfy her needs
But I'm fed up
With plugging cuts everytime they bleed
So I dip my pen in the puddle
What a bloody mess its been
Trying to end this struggle
But I love her,
She's the reason for the lesions
Man I love her
I start bleeding when she's leaving
And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of
All the lessons learned
On my missions to try to find her but
I'll sit alone until she comes back home
And I'll be waiting by the phone
[phone rings:] "Hello?"
She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....
[On the Phone]
She don't live here no more
I heard she's staying down the street with the dead beat
That don't treat her right with two bad ass kids
Guilt and Regret
And I'm willing to bet
My last album that she's wishing she was kissing me
Man the nerve of this bitch
Pardon my French
But it's been 10 days
And I'm getting kind of light headed
Maybe I'll write her a letter in a gentleman's way
And send it with the hopes that she might get it
I can't believe I let her run all over me
But all I think about is
When she's here and holding me
I love her
She's the reason for the lesions
Man I love her
I start bleeding when she's leaving
And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of
All the lessons learned
All my missions trying to find her and
I can't complain
I kind of like the pain
She ain't even got a name
She just lives in my brain
And says..
She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....
She says she loves me but
(she really thinks that im an asshlole)
She says she loves me but
(my ears are too big)
She says she loves me but
(i pick my nose too much)
She says she loves me but
(she says i never really listen)
She says she loves me but
(i take too many pills)
She says she loves me but
(i never pay my bills)
She says she loves me but
(i wait until the last minute)
She says she loves me but
(i dont try hard enough)
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....
We met 22 years back
Fresh out the womb
Now she consumes me,
No room for self these days
And she's so demanding
Do this, do that
Don't forget to take your medicine
I hate it when her face is invading my head again
The welcome mat reads "please take off your shoes"
But she disregards the statement
I've grown accustomed to bending my beliefs to
Satisfy her needs
But I'm fed up
With plugging cuts everytime they bleed
So I dip my pen in the puddle
What a bloody mess its been
Trying to end this struggle
But I love her,
She's the reason for the lesions
Man I love her
I start bleeding when she's leaving
And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of
All the lessons learned
On my missions to try to find her but
I'll sit alone until she comes back home
And I'll be waiting by the phone
[phone rings:] "Hello?"
She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....
[On the Phone]
She don't live here no more
I heard she's staying down the street with the dead beat
That don't treat her right with two bad ass kids
Guilt and Regret
And I'm willing to bet
My last album that she's wishing she was kissing me
Man the nerve of this bitch
Pardon my French
But it's been 10 days
And I'm getting kind of light headed
Maybe I'll write her a letter in a gentleman's way
And send it with the hopes that she might get it
I can't believe I let her run all over me
But all I think about is
When she's here and holding me
I love her
She's the reason for the lesions
Man I love her
I start bleeding when she's leaving
And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of
All the lessons learned
All my missions trying to find her and
I can't complain
I kind of like the pain
She ain't even got a name
She just lives in my brain
And says..
She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....
She says she loves me but
(she really thinks that im an asshlole)
She says she loves me but
(my ears are too big)
She says she loves me but
(i pick my nose too much)
She says she loves me but
(she says i never really listen)
She says she loves me but
(i take too many pills)
She says she loves me but
(i never pay my bills)
She says she loves me but
(i wait until the last minute)
She says she loves me but
(i dont try hard enough)
Nothing Boy Vs The Echo Factor lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
Now I could sit here and baffle you
With shallow babble
And a bunch of punch lines
You probably won't get
Or even use some big words
That you'd have to look up
But, I'm not a teacher
So go ahead and close your book up
I could tell a fairy tale so convincing
And keep a straight face from beginning
To happy ending
I could waste 32 bars telling you how to live
Knowing damn well I used mtv cribs for the blueprint
I could bore you to death with my past relationships
Or a little ditty bout Jack and Dianne
Or I could go back to childhood
Dig up them skeletons
And spit them at you with a catchy hook
Look, I could strike a nerve with some four letter words
That'll make Richard Pryor proud
Or better yet, I could sing a jingle that'll contort and mingle
Every single solitary letter in the alphabet
(I could tell you whatever you want to hear
But if I just said hello would you listen to me?
I could sell a blind man new ears
If I just said hello would you listen to me?
I'm trying hard trying to make it perfectly clear
But I'm dying because their aint nobody listening to me
Been relying on myself on myself for more than 22 years
And I aint crying I just need someone to listen to me
Can I get some reply get maybe some kind of sign
to let me know that you're listening to me?
Just from time to time I get lost in my mind
Its hard to find someone to listen to me
My ears were open when you needed some consoling
I'm hoping till the sound you hear echoes
Every time I say hello)
I could talk about my duds
And my thrift store scores
But that probably wouldn't interest you
But why should it
I mean, I've seen a lot of shit in 22 years
But your feet in my shoes isn't something I recall
And I've been known to drink 22 beers
Before a show cuz
otherwise I probably wouldn't have the balls
I could make references to books I never read
For the sake of sounding conscious
But, that's just obnoxious
I could take off these bandages and
Expose these papercuts
And put them in the air
with both my middle fingers up
or talk about myself in third person
like I'm better than you
cuz there's nothing else better to do
I could attack your character from
Eighty different angles
Cleverly explaining exactly how wack you are
But why do that when it's a well known fact
you buying this cd is potentially feeding me
(come on)
(I could tell you whatever you want to hear
But if I just said hello would you listen to me?
I could sell a blind man new ears
If I just said hello would you listen to me?
I'm trying hard trying to make it perfectly clear
But I'm dying because their aint nobody listening to me
Been relying on myself on myself for more than 22 years
And I aint crying I just need someone to listen to me
Can I get some reply get maybe some kind of sign
to let me know that you're listening to me?
Just from time to time I get lost in my mind
Its hard to find someone to listen to me
My ears were open when you needed some consoling
I'm hoping till the sound you hear echoes
Every time I say hello)
Hello, is there anybody out there?
Hello, is there anybody out there?
Hello, is there anybody out there?
Hello, is there anybody out there?
Hello, is there anybody out there?
With shallow babble
And a bunch of punch lines
You probably won't get
Or even use some big words
That you'd have to look up
But, I'm not a teacher
So go ahead and close your book up
I could tell a fairy tale so convincing
And keep a straight face from beginning
To happy ending
I could waste 32 bars telling you how to live
Knowing damn well I used mtv cribs for the blueprint
I could bore you to death with my past relationships
Or a little ditty bout Jack and Dianne
Or I could go back to childhood
Dig up them skeletons
And spit them at you with a catchy hook
Look, I could strike a nerve with some four letter words
That'll make Richard Pryor proud
Or better yet, I could sing a jingle that'll contort and mingle
Every single solitary letter in the alphabet
(I could tell you whatever you want to hear
But if I just said hello would you listen to me?
I could sell a blind man new ears
If I just said hello would you listen to me?
I'm trying hard trying to make it perfectly clear
But I'm dying because their aint nobody listening to me
Been relying on myself on myself for more than 22 years
And I aint crying I just need someone to listen to me
Can I get some reply get maybe some kind of sign
to let me know that you're listening to me?
Just from time to time I get lost in my mind
Its hard to find someone to listen to me
My ears were open when you needed some consoling
I'm hoping till the sound you hear echoes
Every time I say hello)
I could talk about my duds
And my thrift store scores
But that probably wouldn't interest you
But why should it
I mean, I've seen a lot of shit in 22 years
But your feet in my shoes isn't something I recall
And I've been known to drink 22 beers
Before a show cuz
otherwise I probably wouldn't have the balls
I could make references to books I never read
For the sake of sounding conscious
But, that's just obnoxious
I could take off these bandages and
Expose these papercuts
And put them in the air
with both my middle fingers up
or talk about myself in third person
like I'm better than you
cuz there's nothing else better to do
I could attack your character from
Eighty different angles
Cleverly explaining exactly how wack you are
But why do that when it's a well known fact
you buying this cd is potentially feeding me
(come on)
(I could tell you whatever you want to hear
But if I just said hello would you listen to me?
I could sell a blind man new ears
If I just said hello would you listen to me?
I'm trying hard trying to make it perfectly clear
But I'm dying because their aint nobody listening to me
Been relying on myself on myself for more than 22 years
And I aint crying I just need someone to listen to me
Can I get some reply get maybe some kind of sign
to let me know that you're listening to me?
Just from time to time I get lost in my mind
Its hard to find someone to listen to me
My ears were open when you needed some consoling
I'm hoping till the sound you hear echoes
Every time I say hello)
Hello, is there anybody out there?
Hello, is there anybody out there?
Hello, is there anybody out there?
Hello, is there anybody out there?
Hello, is there anybody out there?
Band AIDS lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
Thank you.
You know exactly who you are
You played the role of superglue
When I was falling apart
Through all the papercuts
And all the broken hearts
You played the role of superglue
When I was falling apart
Thank you.
You know exactly who you are
Through all the nightmares
And anxiety scares
You played the role of superglue
When I was falling apart
You know exactly who you are
You played the role of superglue
When I was falling apart
Through all the papercuts
And all the broken hearts
You played the role of superglue
When I was falling apart
Thank you.
You know exactly who you are
Through all the nightmares
And anxiety scares
You played the role of superglue
When I was falling apart
The Boomerang Theory lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
The other night I got arrested by the Karma police beat down
And didn't bother waiting for my receipt, hopped on my feet and skipped town
They say "What Goes around Comes Around" and I have found that that's real
Cuz even with a stomach filled with chill pills I still feel ill
The other night I got arrested by the karma coppers
Tossed in the back of sarcastic patty wagon and beaten bloody buddy
And I didn't resist I knew I had it coming to me
I didn't get pissed when they issued the summons to me
For years and years I've have perfected ignorance
The Peers and Peers that Listened so well
And for tears and tears I tasted more than influence.
I'm still here on this pier for fear of setting sail
Evidence proved I let paranoia get the best of me
I gave my girl a little, and let my friends receive the rest of me
So her I am with nothing, empty pockets, twenty stock tips
A stick of gum and far too many dreams of having something
So this is for the frogs that felt wrath of my firecrackers
And all the roaches that I stomped with no regard
And all the candy that got stolen from the corner store
I'm really sorry being human's kind of hard
I got arrested by the Karma police beat down
And didn't bother waiting for my receipt, hopped on my feet and skipped town
They say "What Goes around Comes Around" and I have found that that's real
Cuz even with a stomach filled with chill pills I still feel ill
Ok, ok, ok, this is what I get; I mean no disrespect but:
I'll accept the charges you can keep your plea bargains, Pardon
I made this machine and every rusty cog-nance in it
And gave you the dreams just wait a cotton picking minute
The time the time left over on my dinner plate
The crimes, the crimes committed as a youth
I'm fine, I'm fine just let me reevaluate
I'm innocent, don't believe me? Well here's the proof
I've been that model citizen paper route and all
Small enough to look up skirts and tall enough to play basketball
I had to fall just to stand and realize I'm just a man
So here I am in handcuffs the shit that makes a man tough
So this is for the farmers we have mass soaked with our water guns
And all the animals that died Cuz we were bored
Then all the girls with broken hearts I'm truly sorry
I learned my lesson, I'm confessing, hit record
I got arrested by the Karma police beat down
And didn't bother waiting for my receipt, hopped on my feet and skipped town
They say "What Goes around Comes Around" and I have found that that's real
Cuz even with a stomach filled with chill pills I still feel ill
The other night I got arrested by the Karma police beat down
And didn't bother waiting for my receipt, hopped on my feet and skipped town
They say "What Goes around Comes Around" and I have found that that's real
Cuz even with a stomach filled with chill pills I still feel ill
And didn't bother waiting for my receipt, hopped on my feet and skipped town
They say "What Goes around Comes Around" and I have found that that's real
Cuz even with a stomach filled with chill pills I still feel ill
The other night I got arrested by the karma coppers
Tossed in the back of sarcastic patty wagon and beaten bloody buddy
And I didn't resist I knew I had it coming to me
I didn't get pissed when they issued the summons to me
For years and years I've have perfected ignorance
The Peers and Peers that Listened so well
And for tears and tears I tasted more than influence.
I'm still here on this pier for fear of setting sail
Evidence proved I let paranoia get the best of me
I gave my girl a little, and let my friends receive the rest of me
So her I am with nothing, empty pockets, twenty stock tips
A stick of gum and far too many dreams of having something
So this is for the frogs that felt wrath of my firecrackers
And all the roaches that I stomped with no regard
And all the candy that got stolen from the corner store
I'm really sorry being human's kind of hard
I got arrested by the Karma police beat down
And didn't bother waiting for my receipt, hopped on my feet and skipped town
They say "What Goes around Comes Around" and I have found that that's real
Cuz even with a stomach filled with chill pills I still feel ill
Ok, ok, ok, this is what I get; I mean no disrespect but:
I'll accept the charges you can keep your plea bargains, Pardon
I made this machine and every rusty cog-nance in it
And gave you the dreams just wait a cotton picking minute
The time the time left over on my dinner plate
The crimes, the crimes committed as a youth
I'm fine, I'm fine just let me reevaluate
I'm innocent, don't believe me? Well here's the proof
I've been that model citizen paper route and all
Small enough to look up skirts and tall enough to play basketball
I had to fall just to stand and realize I'm just a man
So here I am in handcuffs the shit that makes a man tough
So this is for the farmers we have mass soaked with our water guns
And all the animals that died Cuz we were bored
Then all the girls with broken hearts I'm truly sorry
I learned my lesson, I'm confessing, hit record
I got arrested by the Karma police beat down
And didn't bother waiting for my receipt, hopped on my feet and skipped town
They say "What Goes around Comes Around" and I have found that that's real
Cuz even with a stomach filled with chill pills I still feel ill
The other night I got arrested by the Karma police beat down
And didn't bother waiting for my receipt, hopped on my feet and skipped town
They say "What Goes around Comes Around" and I have found that that's real
Cuz even with a stomach filled with chill pills I still feel ill
Chicago (Remix) lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
My heart is on my sleeve
Wear it like a bruise or blackeye
My badge, my witness
That means that I believed
Every single lie you said
Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap negates
The pains I went through to avoid you
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you
But there's a light on in chicago
And I know I should be home
All the colors of the street signs..
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
She took me down and said:
Boy's like you are overrated. So save your breath.
Loaded words and loaded friends
Loaded guns to our heads
Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap
Negates the pains I went through to avoid you
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you
But there's a light on in chicago
And I know I should be home
All the colors of the street signs..
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
You want apologies
Girl, you might hold your breath
Until your breathing stops forever, forever
The only thing you'll get
Is this curse on your lips:
I hope they taste of me forever
And there's a light on in chicago
And I know I should be home
All the colors of the street signs..
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's
With every breath I wish your body will be broken again, again
Wear it like a bruise or blackeye
My badge, my witness
That means that I believed
Every single lie you said
Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap negates
The pains I went through to avoid you
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you
But there's a light on in chicago
And I know I should be home
All the colors of the street signs..
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
She took me down and said:
Boy's like you are overrated. So save your breath.
Loaded words and loaded friends
Loaded guns to our heads
Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap
Negates the pains I went through to avoid you
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you
But there's a light on in chicago
And I know I should be home
All the colors of the street signs..
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
You want apologies
Girl, you might hold your breath
Until your breathing stops forever, forever
The only thing you'll get
Is this curse on your lips:
I hope they taste of me forever
And there's a light on in chicago
And I know I should be home
All the colors of the street signs..
They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's
With every breath I wish your body will be broken again, again
Thinking Out Loud lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
Jungle cats battling through musty brush
Monkey’s ciphering with fly feather birds with
unincarcerated visions, signified dandelions get
Crushed by overstressed orangutans, just to let
Mama nature know they ain’t no joke
While bad ass boa constrictors squeeze out life
And as hot as day, night makes no opportunity to let the natives do their thing
I believe that hip hop is so universal that
It has already invaded the rainforest
And endangered species know exactly what it is truly,
It’s just a little sad that negative inevitably follows the most righteous
Next we got flaw skin sex hitting switches,
right next to Versace rocking bullfrog bitches flashy nasty piranhas with platinum front teeth
But whatever the case may be, true hip hop will remain underground
Where ants and moles hold it down
With basement parties bumping Gym Class Heroes and Brain games
All the same, I myself may never make it to the rainforest
But we share a common love
That’s just me thinking out loud again, let me stop
Monkey’s ciphering with fly feather birds with
unincarcerated visions, signified dandelions get
Crushed by overstressed orangutans, just to let
Mama nature know they ain’t no joke
While bad ass boa constrictors squeeze out life
And as hot as day, night makes no opportunity to let the natives do their thing
I believe that hip hop is so universal that
It has already invaded the rainforest
And endangered species know exactly what it is truly,
It’s just a little sad that negative inevitably follows the most righteous
Next we got flaw skin sex hitting switches,
right next to Versace rocking bullfrog bitches flashy nasty piranhas with platinum front teeth
But whatever the case may be, true hip hop will remain underground
Where ants and moles hold it down
With basement parties bumping Gym Class Heroes and Brain games
All the same, I myself may never make it to the rainforest
But we share a common love
That’s just me thinking out loud again, let me stop
Food For Mic Skills lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
Travis been known to spit lyrical backflips on tracks with skate kicks
Osiris had the flyest but I'm all about Axion, Verbal bigspin
I Crooked grind your melon for not listenin',
I'm beyond regular, you stuck in fakie position
The funny thing is I don't skate but I'll deflate your whole ego
Manipulate your face and replace it with something uglier than
The product of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick Ewing havin' a baby
(Damn Travis you crazy) Nah just a little misunderstood
I got the planet in confusion, for the simple fact my vocabulary lacks the word losin'
Contusions are placed across the bodies of any challengers
I'll leave my mark then disappear like J.D. Salinger,
As whack emcee's continue scuffin' their knees,
Suckin' the dicks of A&R's just to get their platinum chains and cars,
I'ma keep on doin' my thing,
Broke as Macy Gray would be with a regular voice trying to sing,
Who wanna bring it to these Crab Apple affiliates,
Act silly and you'll get split down the middle like a Philly gets,
I've had enough of all these silent menaces,
I'm for peace but you'll get quickly deceased with violent sentences,
The only witnesses will be later notified to come identify the dental records of a kid offended mine,
you ain't a friend of mine so I suggest you call me Mr. McCoy
Hot shit will burn and blister you boy
We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, believe me.
Travis McCoy be like the influenza, flow sick,
These other rappers on some old common cold (SHHH),
I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that,
And H20 aqua we be thicker than that, and if at
Anytime shit gets to hard to handle I'm going out raw,
Chainsaw and all like Bruce Cambell,
Steppin' out the darkness with an army of creeps,
Caffeine ain't allowin' Travis to get no sleep,
Cause cat's speak soft, and quick to front hard like Charles Bronson,
Shoutin' out Brooklyn, knowin' that they from Wisconsin,
That's why I'm always concentratin' when I'm puffin' cheeba,
We down with New York State and the city of Geneva,
G-Town's my residence that's where I stack my dead presidents,
And in my mind it ain't no time for irrelevance, come on now
I thought you knew better, my rhymes are nines and my mouth's a lyrical berretta
But better...YET...I make you Sweat like Keith,
And have your whole crew fallin' out like rotten teeth.
We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, believe me.
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
GCH will make it happen regardless of the element,
From breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit, to straight rappin',
Who got your mama's hands clappin'?
Zappin' cats like the third rail, these rappers soundin' sweet over stale ass beats,
Come on get serious, you're making me furious with these lame clich©'s and whack hooks
Oh you ain't feelin' me? I'll beat you to death with black books,
Now that I got your undivided, you got a mic? You better hide it,
I'm creepin' six deep with seven swords of drunk pirates
With eye patches, no teeth and burnt eye lashes,
so they don't sleep and stay dodgin' car crashes,
I'll smash your pride like a star that just got his fame stolen,
Bash you with a mic so hard I'll leave your name swollen,
Cut to the chase I'll just get to the point first, cause frankly
You're shit is worse than Fred Durst's best verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)
We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, believe me.
Osiris had the flyest but I'm all about Axion, Verbal bigspin
I Crooked grind your melon for not listenin',
I'm beyond regular, you stuck in fakie position
The funny thing is I don't skate but I'll deflate your whole ego
Manipulate your face and replace it with something uglier than
The product of Sha-nae-nae and Patrick Ewing havin' a baby
(Damn Travis you crazy) Nah just a little misunderstood
I got the planet in confusion, for the simple fact my vocabulary lacks the word losin'
Contusions are placed across the bodies of any challengers
I'll leave my mark then disappear like J.D. Salinger,
As whack emcee's continue scuffin' their knees,
Suckin' the dicks of A&R's just to get their platinum chains and cars,
I'ma keep on doin' my thing,
Broke as Macy Gray would be with a regular voice trying to sing,
Who wanna bring it to these Crab Apple affiliates,
Act silly and you'll get split down the middle like a Philly gets,
I've had enough of all these silent menaces,
I'm for peace but you'll get quickly deceased with violent sentences,
The only witnesses will be later notified to come identify the dental records of a kid offended mine,
you ain't a friend of mine so I suggest you call me Mr. McCoy
Hot shit will burn and blister you boy
We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, believe me.
Travis McCoy be like the influenza, flow sick,
These other rappers on some old common cold (SHHH),
I'm sicker than that, and plus you always suck (YECK) quicker than that,
And H20 aqua we be thicker than that, and if at
Anytime shit gets to hard to handle I'm going out raw,
Chainsaw and all like Bruce Cambell,
Steppin' out the darkness with an army of creeps,
Caffeine ain't allowin' Travis to get no sleep,
Cause cat's speak soft, and quick to front hard like Charles Bronson,
Shoutin' out Brooklyn, knowin' that they from Wisconsin,
That's why I'm always concentratin' when I'm puffin' cheeba,
We down with New York State and the city of Geneva,
G-Town's my residence that's where I stack my dead presidents,
And in my mind it ain't no time for irrelevance, come on now
I thought you knew better, my rhymes are nines and my mouth's a lyrical berretta
But better...YET...I make you Sweat like Keith,
And have your whole crew fallin' out like rotten teeth.
We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, believe me.
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
Who start it like us, rip a part it like us,
who you know jump on the stage and get retarded like us?
GCH will make it happen regardless of the element,
From breakdancing, beats, graffiti shit, to straight rappin',
Who got your mama's hands clappin'?
Zappin' cats like the third rail, these rappers soundin' sweet over stale ass beats,
Come on get serious, you're making me furious with these lame clich©'s and whack hooks
Oh you ain't feelin' me? I'll beat you to death with black books,
Now that I got your undivided, you got a mic? You better hide it,
I'm creepin' six deep with seven swords of drunk pirates
With eye patches, no teeth and burnt eye lashes,
so they don't sleep and stay dodgin' car crashes,
I'll smash your pride like a star that just got his fame stolen,
Bash you with a mic so hard I'll leave your name swollen,
Cut to the chase I'll just get to the point first, cause frankly
You're shit is worse than Fred Durst's best verse,
AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT)
We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers,
Invade your space like feathers from down parka's,
We legends in our own times and every rhyme is living proof,
We drinkin' forty's from the fountain of youth,
And when we done we're pissin' innocence,
Cause in a sense, everything your mouth dispense don't necessarily pay the rent
Or the phone bills, you can't trade food for mic skills,
But if you could I'd be eating lovely, believe me.
Oh My God lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
Vision lies the 3rd dimension
Now pay close attention
Keep you fist clenchin
as i begin my assention
feel the tension
of this name you never mention
if you do ill have they're ass sitten in detention
in the school of hard knocks
i block shots and take props
im like new york city at 12 oclock when the apple drop
at 12 oclock when the apple drop
Oh My God [5x]
check the illmatic
evil flows kinder a static
crazy ill finatic, sick physco simatic
like an addict
only accideted to them fat beats
you better take a seat
before the lyrics and the music be too late
you better cordinate you feet
before i blast that ass
you'll be outkastin like a black sheep
dont believe me what will it take for you to see me
or get this shit stright til we be busting out your tv
like VR bout to smoke you, like a cigar
wont be satisfied until you recognize who we are
im so crazy like martin, farting fire like cartin
be witness to these lyrical riots that i be startin
if your real, we friends to the end like chuckie
and if not, youll live if your lucky
and if not, youll live if your lucky
Oh My God [4x]
Yo yo
that red means stop (stop)
but that green means go (go)
Streth my mind catch a rhyme like steve percipio
but i dont skate i just been known to rip a mic
until i get pissed off
and just might throw this mic at you
you cant escape it just like death when it comes
i can see it, you catch a kick like them yamaha drums
and thats the bricks, as i lounge like a fat rat
you bust back and might catch a cat, rat-a-tat-tat
the one and only always real, never phoney
look to the sky, the world is mine like tony
aint no scars on my face, and i dont sniff coke
i aint got my own place, and my pockets is broke
im reppin self, to hell wit anyone else [3x]
im reppin self
[2x]
So just hold ya head, and say Oh My God
Hold ya head, and say Oh My God
Grab a hold of your dread and say Oh My God
Oh My God, Oh My God
Is this real?
Now pay close attention
Keep you fist clenchin
as i begin my assention
feel the tension
of this name you never mention
if you do ill have they're ass sitten in detention
in the school of hard knocks
i block shots and take props
im like new york city at 12 oclock when the apple drop
at 12 oclock when the apple drop
Oh My God [5x]
check the illmatic
evil flows kinder a static
crazy ill finatic, sick physco simatic
like an addict
only accideted to them fat beats
you better take a seat
before the lyrics and the music be too late
you better cordinate you feet
before i blast that ass
you'll be outkastin like a black sheep
dont believe me what will it take for you to see me
or get this shit stright til we be busting out your tv
like VR bout to smoke you, like a cigar
wont be satisfied until you recognize who we are
im so crazy like martin, farting fire like cartin
be witness to these lyrical riots that i be startin
if your real, we friends to the end like chuckie
and if not, youll live if your lucky
and if not, youll live if your lucky
Oh My God [4x]
Yo yo
that red means stop (stop)
but that green means go (go)
Streth my mind catch a rhyme like steve percipio
but i dont skate i just been known to rip a mic
until i get pissed off
and just might throw this mic at you
you cant escape it just like death when it comes
i can see it, you catch a kick like them yamaha drums
and thats the bricks, as i lounge like a fat rat
you bust back and might catch a cat, rat-a-tat-tat
the one and only always real, never phoney
look to the sky, the world is mine like tony
aint no scars on my face, and i dont sniff coke
i aint got my own place, and my pockets is broke
im reppin self, to hell wit anyone else [3x]
im reppin self
[2x]
So just hold ya head, and say Oh My God
Hold ya head, and say Oh My God
Grab a hold of your dread and say Oh My God
Oh My God, Oh My God
Is this real?
A Beautiful Day lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
Yo, My morning showers like a rebirth; reflections of the womb
Crazy sentimental floatin' in lukewarm placental
Now I chop a burden on the sink trying not to think about what
Lies before me but the sun just reassured me that
Everythings gonna be allright, the last thing on my mind is tonight
Its like a sintch and getting Zestfully clean not to mention
Scrub my ass and armpits for a bit and then I split over to the mirror
Wipe the dew to make my vision clearer
Then I moisturize my face with some aloe Vera
This is that type of day cause I can feel it that
You ain't letting bad vibes invade your spirit
Anyway it's time to get the breath right
So I grab the Crest and toothbrush, circular motions to the left, right
Just enough to see the teeth sparkle a bit
I fill my grill with Listerine and then it's gargle, gargle, spit
And now that's good hygiene, you know what I mean?
And my mouths the definition of so fresh and so clean (clean)
I feel it's only right, since my words all I got
And nobody wants to listen when your breath is hot
But that's a story in itself so I head to my bedroom
Throw on some drawers and pick out a costume
I think ill rock these blue jeans and this tee shirt
And whats a little polo sport gonna hurt?
C'mon
This is that day cause I can feel it
You know the type of day you ain't lettin' bad vibes invade your spirit
As the birds chirp your favorite tune
It's like I'm right back in my momma's womb
Cause everything is so serine
And the temperature is just right
Not a worry in sight
And plus the sun is shining bright, it's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
Shall I continue where I left off?
I'm feelin' kinda lovely but my
Tummy is growlin' so I'm feeling kinda hungry
So I hit the kitchen and I'm wishin' there's some food in sight
What do ya know? I got that Cinnamon Life
And now I'm real happy, fill my salad bowl up with cereal
To my surprise it's Jackson Five up on the stereo
I turn it up my words can't describe my reaction to
Wakin' up and listening to prepubescent Michael Jackson
Open up the Frigidair what do we have here?
Seems like just enough milk to fill my morning craving
Peep out the window just to see if Izzy is misbehaving
He's staring at me with a grin like 'Yo, let me in man!'
So I begin to fill his dish with Kibbles N' Bits
Let him in so he can eat, and I'm eating my shit
So now we both full and well fed
Happier than that fat rat Templeton from Charlotte's Web
And now its time to get our walk on
Izzy can get his bark on
It's a beautiful day maybe we'll get our state park on
I know the lake is at its finest (you better take afvantage)
I'll grab my backpack, this leash, and maybe make a sandwich
I better grab my ghetto blaster and a few tapes,
A thurmos full of water and a bag of fresh grapes
Some more tapes cause you know that music comes first
And what's a little Jackson Five gonna hurt?
C'mon
This is that day cause I can feel it
You know the type of day you ain't lettin' bad vibes invade your spirit
As the birds chirp your favorite tune
It's like I'm right back in my momma's womb
Cause everything is so serine
And the temperature is just right
Not a worry in sight
And plus the sun is shining bright, it's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
This is that day cause I can feel it
You know the type of day you ain't lettin' bad vibes invade your spirit
As the birds chirp your favorite tune
It's like I'm right back in my momma's womb
Cause everything is so serine
And the temperature is just right
Not a worry in sight
And plus the sun is shining bright, it's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
Crazy sentimental floatin' in lukewarm placental
Now I chop a burden on the sink trying not to think about what
Lies before me but the sun just reassured me that
Everythings gonna be allright, the last thing on my mind is tonight
Its like a sintch and getting Zestfully clean not to mention
Scrub my ass and armpits for a bit and then I split over to the mirror
Wipe the dew to make my vision clearer
Then I moisturize my face with some aloe Vera
This is that type of day cause I can feel it that
You ain't letting bad vibes invade your spirit
Anyway it's time to get the breath right
So I grab the Crest and toothbrush, circular motions to the left, right
Just enough to see the teeth sparkle a bit
I fill my grill with Listerine and then it's gargle, gargle, spit
And now that's good hygiene, you know what I mean?
And my mouths the definition of so fresh and so clean (clean)
I feel it's only right, since my words all I got
And nobody wants to listen when your breath is hot
But that's a story in itself so I head to my bedroom
Throw on some drawers and pick out a costume
I think ill rock these blue jeans and this tee shirt
And whats a little polo sport gonna hurt?
C'mon
This is that day cause I can feel it
You know the type of day you ain't lettin' bad vibes invade your spirit
As the birds chirp your favorite tune
It's like I'm right back in my momma's womb
Cause everything is so serine
And the temperature is just right
Not a worry in sight
And plus the sun is shining bright, it's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
Shall I continue where I left off?
I'm feelin' kinda lovely but my
Tummy is growlin' so I'm feeling kinda hungry
So I hit the kitchen and I'm wishin' there's some food in sight
What do ya know? I got that Cinnamon Life
And now I'm real happy, fill my salad bowl up with cereal
To my surprise it's Jackson Five up on the stereo
I turn it up my words can't describe my reaction to
Wakin' up and listening to prepubescent Michael Jackson
Open up the Frigidair what do we have here?
Seems like just enough milk to fill my morning craving
Peep out the window just to see if Izzy is misbehaving
He's staring at me with a grin like 'Yo, let me in man!'
So I begin to fill his dish with Kibbles N' Bits
Let him in so he can eat, and I'm eating my shit
So now we both full and well fed
Happier than that fat rat Templeton from Charlotte's Web
And now its time to get our walk on
Izzy can get his bark on
It's a beautiful day maybe we'll get our state park on
I know the lake is at its finest (you better take afvantage)
I'll grab my backpack, this leash, and maybe make a sandwich
I better grab my ghetto blaster and a few tapes,
A thurmos full of water and a bag of fresh grapes
Some more tapes cause you know that music comes first
And what's a little Jackson Five gonna hurt?
C'mon
This is that day cause I can feel it
You know the type of day you ain't lettin' bad vibes invade your spirit
As the birds chirp your favorite tune
It's like I'm right back in my momma's womb
Cause everything is so serine
And the temperature is just right
Not a worry in sight
And plus the sun is shining bright, it's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
This is that day cause I can feel it
You know the type of day you ain't lettin' bad vibes invade your spirit
As the birds chirp your favorite tune
It's like I'm right back in my momma's womb
Cause everything is so serine
And the temperature is just right
Not a worry in sight
And plus the sun is shining bright, it's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
Extra Extra lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
Let the bass make your spine jerk, drums make your ears hurt,
Hear me deliverin' this phat ass verse, been puttin' in work,
Eventually I'll master the craft and sit back, grab the phone and tell the boss to kiss my ass,
You won't see me in the mornin', 8 o'clock on the button,
I'll be on the lake fishin', blazin' fire with my cousin,
(THAT'S IT) As I become one with the fish,
Collect my thoughts for a bit until I'm ready to spit,
Pick up my celly and shit, then proceed to hit up my kids
and connect 'em voice dialed through sprint, I tell 'em meet me at the spot with some hot ish,
They say 'Jimmy you got lyrics?', SON I GOT THIS!!
Continuously the past two days kid I been writin',
Had to polish my game to make the stage show excitin',
It's frightenin', while y'all hang loose we keep it tightened,
Y'all talk like thunder, we show and prove like lightnin' ,
Aight then, why you always hatin' on me?
I'm doin' my thing on stage, I make the crowds move for free,
I ain't getting' paid nothin', so why you frontin'?
With all that hard talkin' you're about to start something
You don't really wanna get into,
I'll disassemble your nose, and possibly puncture a lung too,
With a one then a two combination you're through,
Blows from my Timberland boots leave you bruised like bad fruit,
(SO WHAT IT LOOK LIKE) I might be white, but I still possess the skills
To rip mic's, when I'm sober, when I'm schwilled I keep it real,
With my vocabulary spills I'm ill, like L, with lyrical skill,
Like Hyundai cause I Accel,
Whack competitors get whaced if their style's an act,
It's been a long time but I'm back on the GCH track,
I speak on fact while most of y'all cat's be preachin' fiction,
The way you rhyme and live in life's a contradiction,
You need to listen closely to the words I speak,
Also get accustomed used to the word defeat,
Bless beats like a Roman priest from dusk 'til dawn,
My written flow be holy water, I spray shit 'til your gone...
Extra, Extra...Read all about it,
You takin' us out kid, I highly doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Extra, Extra...Read all about it,
You takin' us out kid, haha I doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Ring the alarm, cause Travie Won is shining,
Ring the alarm, cause I've begun refining,
Ring the alarm, cause GCH is coming,
Ring the alarm, and hear the drummer drumming,
Ring Ring the alarm, bring it back to react and respond,
I'll Pierce your teflon vest with Double O's like James Bond,
Me say 'Mon, it be no problem', like a Jamaican,
You ought never to try and compare this to you because you fakin'
(BUM-BA-CLAHT) You must have been so severely mistaken,
If Hip-Hop today's a yard full of leaves, its time for rakin',
Ain't no time for playin', pay attention to these words I'm sayin',
Cause these might be the feet which to whom you will be prayin',
Verbal slayin', the last be first, first shall be last,
In like 2 point 5 I get medieval on your ass,
Play on the grass, but you know you're bound to step in doo-doo,
Never no need to front, cause we don't be frontin' like you do,
On some real shit, you don't wanna do nothin' now do you?
So screw you, we're true warriors like Shaka Zulu,
With that juice, not like Tupac's Bishop but Desmond Tutu,
And there you have it, most of y'all be quick to speak on Travis,
Not even knowin' the full capabilities of his madness,
You thought you had this, when you can't even come near me,
In fact just you thinking that shit is kinda scary,
I'm leavin' heads Gratefully Dead like Jerry.
Extra, Extra...Read all about it,
You takin' us out kid, I highly doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Extra, Extra...Read all about it,
You takin' us out kid, haha I doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Everything's in the process, mad stress no rest,
You could test but you'll never ever penetrate this lyrical crest,
I'm armor, you'll get slapped with this fat rosey palm,
Ask your mama, about that last soap opera drama,
Son I'm wicked, do you want a first class ticket,
To a beatin', show your ass and I'm inclined to kick it,
Keep it real, that's just another bum ass deal,
Sometimes I feel it makes me get a little crazy like seal,
But I'm survivin', ain't drivin' cause I just got my license,
All I got to my name is lint, a Herkimer diamond, and 79 cents,
And a mountain bike that's just about as broke as my pockets,
I'm broke to the point that I'm about to pull my own eye sockets,
But there's more to life than just them new Jordan's, and right now
I'm rockin' anything my Dad's affordin', I come complete
Whole like Vitamin D, while cat's just Skim the surface,
If 2% is real the other 98 is nervous,
Open your eyes, take off them shades you ain't the secret service,
Don't be surprised, realize that 'No disguise' can hide your worthless,
I've tried and cried a million times to find my sole purpose,
I've tried and cried a million times to find my soul purpose.
Hear me deliverin' this phat ass verse, been puttin' in work,
Eventually I'll master the craft and sit back, grab the phone and tell the boss to kiss my ass,
You won't see me in the mornin', 8 o'clock on the button,
I'll be on the lake fishin', blazin' fire with my cousin,
(THAT'S IT) As I become one with the fish,
Collect my thoughts for a bit until I'm ready to spit,
Pick up my celly and shit, then proceed to hit up my kids
and connect 'em voice dialed through sprint, I tell 'em meet me at the spot with some hot ish,
They say 'Jimmy you got lyrics?', SON I GOT THIS!!
Continuously the past two days kid I been writin',
Had to polish my game to make the stage show excitin',
It's frightenin', while y'all hang loose we keep it tightened,
Y'all talk like thunder, we show and prove like lightnin' ,
Aight then, why you always hatin' on me?
I'm doin' my thing on stage, I make the crowds move for free,
I ain't getting' paid nothin', so why you frontin'?
With all that hard talkin' you're about to start something
You don't really wanna get into,
I'll disassemble your nose, and possibly puncture a lung too,
With a one then a two combination you're through,
Blows from my Timberland boots leave you bruised like bad fruit,
(SO WHAT IT LOOK LIKE) I might be white, but I still possess the skills
To rip mic's, when I'm sober, when I'm schwilled I keep it real,
With my vocabulary spills I'm ill, like L, with lyrical skill,
Like Hyundai cause I Accel,
Whack competitors get whaced if their style's an act,
It's been a long time but I'm back on the GCH track,
I speak on fact while most of y'all cat's be preachin' fiction,
The way you rhyme and live in life's a contradiction,
You need to listen closely to the words I speak,
Also get accustomed used to the word defeat,
Bless beats like a Roman priest from dusk 'til dawn,
My written flow be holy water, I spray shit 'til your gone...
Extra, Extra...Read all about it,
You takin' us out kid, I highly doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Extra, Extra...Read all about it,
You takin' us out kid, haha I doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Ring the alarm, cause Travie Won is shining,
Ring the alarm, cause I've begun refining,
Ring the alarm, cause GCH is coming,
Ring the alarm, and hear the drummer drumming,
Ring Ring the alarm, bring it back to react and respond,
I'll Pierce your teflon vest with Double O's like James Bond,
Me say 'Mon, it be no problem', like a Jamaican,
You ought never to try and compare this to you because you fakin'
(BUM-BA-CLAHT) You must have been so severely mistaken,
If Hip-Hop today's a yard full of leaves, its time for rakin',
Ain't no time for playin', pay attention to these words I'm sayin',
Cause these might be the feet which to whom you will be prayin',
Verbal slayin', the last be first, first shall be last,
In like 2 point 5 I get medieval on your ass,
Play on the grass, but you know you're bound to step in doo-doo,
Never no need to front, cause we don't be frontin' like you do,
On some real shit, you don't wanna do nothin' now do you?
So screw you, we're true warriors like Shaka Zulu,
With that juice, not like Tupac's Bishop but Desmond Tutu,
And there you have it, most of y'all be quick to speak on Travis,
Not even knowin' the full capabilities of his madness,
You thought you had this, when you can't even come near me,
In fact just you thinking that shit is kinda scary,
I'm leavin' heads Gratefully Dead like Jerry.
Extra, Extra...Read all about it,
You takin' us out kid, I highly doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Extra, Extra...Read all about it,
You takin' us out kid, haha I doubt it,
When live wires connect they cause a surge,
That electrocutes your ears the illest shit you ever heard.
Everything's in the process, mad stress no rest,
You could test but you'll never ever penetrate this lyrical crest,
I'm armor, you'll get slapped with this fat rosey palm,
Ask your mama, about that last soap opera drama,
Son I'm wicked, do you want a first class ticket,
To a beatin', show your ass and I'm inclined to kick it,
Keep it real, that's just another bum ass deal,
Sometimes I feel it makes me get a little crazy like seal,
But I'm survivin', ain't drivin' cause I just got my license,
All I got to my name is lint, a Herkimer diamond, and 79 cents,
And a mountain bike that's just about as broke as my pockets,
I'm broke to the point that I'm about to pull my own eye sockets,
But there's more to life than just them new Jordan's, and right now
I'm rockin' anything my Dad's affordin', I come complete
Whole like Vitamin D, while cat's just Skim the surface,
If 2% is real the other 98 is nervous,
Open your eyes, take off them shades you ain't the secret service,
Don't be surprised, realize that 'No disguise' can hide your worthless,
I've tried and cried a million times to find my sole purpose,
I've tried and cried a million times to find my soul purpose.
Crab Apple Kids lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
You?
Who are you?
You have no talent.
Bad Juggler
Can't walk the high wire
Can't tame a tiger?
Then I'll a clown like my grandfather
You'll see, I'll show you all
... you enjoy hurting people.
I roll with kids with pierced faces and bad attitudes
You'll get stomped like a roach for acting rude
Show some gratitude and
We might just reserve the right to let you live
Think twice before you harrass these Crab-Ap Kids
Bring drama, react; we're known to slap kids
To cap kids, putting boogers all in they wigs
And if it comes to it, been known to decap kids
Blair Witch style, CAF written in twigs
We get in thick situations, easy times, and complications
>From very short times to long durations
We building nations, from D-town to Devesio
Canadegua, all the way to San Francisco
So what you know about the hoodies with the def-one tag on the side
We coastin' by while these cats jet-lag on the side
If someone told you Travis didn't love his kids they lied
You got a hoodie? Then rock it with pride!
And be the C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
Family until the day we D-I-E
Continuously extending ourselves for you to see
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely
As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies
Until the day we D-I-E
I roll with kids with nappy heads and backpacks
And their hand in their business
The type of cats that whoop your ass
With Tony Hawk as their witness
Strictly benihanas, 360 judo madonnas
Riding long ass rails for bonus points if they wanna
315 area code, lo' and behold
They got that skill to make a dutchie burn slow when they roll
This is bigger than Geneva; I've got fam in Japan
And if you don't know, you better ask Hiroko
Greeted with Konichiwa, she'll tell you who's the best
Matter fact vocal-wise Trav is def
This shit is permanent. You shouldn't even be concerned with it
Unless you rock a crab apple with a worm in it
You freshmen to this game son, you're just learning it
And you can't touch the flame that we laced these burners with
Plus we hold our Pilot markers with the firmest grip
The firmest grip
THE FIRMEST GRIP
And be the C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
Family until the day we D-I-E
Continuously extending ourselves for you to see
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely
As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies
Until the day we D-I-E
to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
Family until the day we D-I-E
Continuously extending ourselves for you to see
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely
As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies
Until the day we D-I...
...-E
These kids is like a hop, skip, and a leap
From making you sleep
Like Snorlax, I've got their backs with my rhyme broadaxe
Rock a freaky Jason mask that you can barely see me through
Spit a thousand volts out my cheeks like Pikachu, smell me?
Basically there ain't shit you can tell me; my mind's made up
Remember back to the exact day Crab Apple came up
Now we worldwide like dot-com, just look the name up
w-w-w dot ethics you know the rest of
Well cross my crew and hope ya'll blessed
To say the less, but at least take the bet
Because you speak with incoherence
Coming at us like that will make you pray to change appearance
MY crew is name brand, you must've got your shit on CLEARANCE (clearance)
CAF to the death...
And be the C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
Family until the day we D-I-E
Continuously extending ourselves for you to see
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely
As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies
Spitting prophecies
C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
Family until the day we D-I-E
Continuously extending ourselves for you to see
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely
As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies
Until the day we D-I-E
Who are you?
You have no talent.
Bad Juggler
Can't walk the high wire
Can't tame a tiger?
Then I'll a clown like my grandfather
You'll see, I'll show you all
... you enjoy hurting people.
I roll with kids with pierced faces and bad attitudes
You'll get stomped like a roach for acting rude
Show some gratitude and
We might just reserve the right to let you live
Think twice before you harrass these Crab-Ap Kids
Bring drama, react; we're known to slap kids
To cap kids, putting boogers all in they wigs
And if it comes to it, been known to decap kids
Blair Witch style, CAF written in twigs
We get in thick situations, easy times, and complications
>From very short times to long durations
We building nations, from D-town to Devesio
Canadegua, all the way to San Francisco
So what you know about the hoodies with the def-one tag on the side
We coastin' by while these cats jet-lag on the side
If someone told you Travis didn't love his kids they lied
You got a hoodie? Then rock it with pride!
And be the C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
Family until the day we D-I-E
Continuously extending ourselves for you to see
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely
As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies
Until the day we D-I-E
I roll with kids with nappy heads and backpacks
And their hand in their business
The type of cats that whoop your ass
With Tony Hawk as their witness
Strictly benihanas, 360 judo madonnas
Riding long ass rails for bonus points if they wanna
315 area code, lo' and behold
They got that skill to make a dutchie burn slow when they roll
This is bigger than Geneva; I've got fam in Japan
And if you don't know, you better ask Hiroko
Greeted with Konichiwa, she'll tell you who's the best
Matter fact vocal-wise Trav is def
This shit is permanent. You shouldn't even be concerned with it
Unless you rock a crab apple with a worm in it
You freshmen to this game son, you're just learning it
And you can't touch the flame that we laced these burners with
Plus we hold our Pilot markers with the firmest grip
The firmest grip
THE FIRMEST GRIP
And be the C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
Family until the day we D-I-E
Continuously extending ourselves for you to see
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely
As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies
Until the day we D-I-E
to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
Family until the day we D-I-E
Continuously extending ourselves for you to see
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely
As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies
Until the day we D-I...
...-E
These kids is like a hop, skip, and a leap
From making you sleep
Like Snorlax, I've got their backs with my rhyme broadaxe
Rock a freaky Jason mask that you can barely see me through
Spit a thousand volts out my cheeks like Pikachu, smell me?
Basically there ain't shit you can tell me; my mind's made up
Remember back to the exact day Crab Apple came up
Now we worldwide like dot-com, just look the name up
w-w-w dot ethics you know the rest of
Well cross my crew and hope ya'll blessed
To say the less, but at least take the bet
Because you speak with incoherence
Coming at us like that will make you pray to change appearance
MY crew is name brand, you must've got your shit on CLEARANCE (clearance)
CAF to the death...
And be the C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
Family until the day we D-I-E
Continuously extending ourselves for you to see
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely
As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies
Spitting prophecies
C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
Family until the day we D-I-E
Continuously extending ourselves for you to see
Smell, hear, touch, and taste; we be
The C to the R-A-B-A-P-P-L-E
K-I-D-S reppin' this lovely
As you can see, endlessly spitting prophecies
Until the day we D-I-E
Happy Little Trees lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
Now who you know leave the scene
Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a mess you dissect it and make sense of it
Then get back to me at your earliest convenience
Check my verbal sequence as I texturize these tracks
Seven layers to be exact eliminate the whack
With a firm brush stroke I mc paintily
Lyricists begin crumbling from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and visual keep my drips minimal messages subliminal
Cause me and rap go way back we compliment
So together we enhance one another that's common sense
High intensity catches the eye your jaw drops
Be a real critic not explicit with false props
I keep my darks deep my lights bright I'm very thorough
With my churascurro inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me rock the spot like ? minus the heroin
And make my face popular like Andy did to Marilyn
Its kinda scary when real art gets left behind
While they take bullshit and start sellin it to blind folks
But I remain humble as long as ? continues spinnin hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred color wheels of steel
F**k mass appeal art is art only the real can truly feel it
So open your eyes and listen
Combine your ears with vision
Or do it cause you love it
Or for cash that's your decision
That's your decision
That's your decision
Its like I'm torn between two worlds
A paintbrush and a microphone
A canvas or a beat
CD or LP
Anything goes when my ink pen flows
And God only knows where its gonna bring me next
So I'm inclined to like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you chose the path that I chose
You know the cycle ass ho don't front
It goes inspiration and productivity then a sense of self worth and in steps depression
Like back and forth and forth and back
Should I paint a picture or record a track
A gift or a curse I don't know I'm still undecided
But over the years I've found clever ways to hide it
And those that lack the passion I have may despise it
But my momma made me this way I thank her everyday
So tell them kids to keep coloring outside the lines
Until they lose they limitations and they minds is free
Tell them teachers that you want your money back this time
And tell Bob Ross for all the happy little trees
And tell my momma that her baby boy is doing just fine
Although hes running out of patience but his mind is free
And tell my pops that I'll pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two steps away from where he needs to be
Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a mess you dissect it and make sense of it
Then get back to me at your earliest convenience
Check my verbal sequence as I texturize these tracks
Seven layers to be exact eliminate the whack
With a firm brush stroke I mc paintily
Lyricists begin crumbling from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and visual keep my drips minimal messages subliminal
Cause me and rap go way back we compliment
So together we enhance one another that's common sense
High intensity catches the eye your jaw drops
Be a real critic not explicit with false props
I keep my darks deep my lights bright I'm very thorough
With my churascurro inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me rock the spot like ? minus the heroin
And make my face popular like Andy did to Marilyn
Its kinda scary when real art gets left behind
While they take bullshit and start sellin it to blind folks
But I remain humble as long as ? continues spinnin hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred color wheels of steel
F**k mass appeal art is art only the real can truly feel it
So open your eyes and listen
Combine your ears with vision
Or do it cause you love it
Or for cash that's your decision
That's your decision
That's your decision
Its like I'm torn between two worlds
A paintbrush and a microphone
A canvas or a beat
CD or LP
Anything goes when my ink pen flows
And God only knows where its gonna bring me next
So I'm inclined to like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you chose the path that I chose
You know the cycle ass ho don't front
It goes inspiration and productivity then a sense of self worth and in steps depression
Like back and forth and forth and back
Should I paint a picture or record a track
A gift or a curse I don't know I'm still undecided
But over the years I've found clever ways to hide it
And those that lack the passion I have may despise it
But my momma made me this way I thank her everyday
So tell them kids to keep coloring outside the lines
Until they lose they limitations and they minds is free
Tell them teachers that you want your money back this time
And tell Bob Ross for all the happy little trees
And tell my momma that her baby boy is doing just fine
Although hes running out of patience but his mind is free
And tell my pops that I'll pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two steps away from where he needs to be
Noah lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
We like, fuck a hush on the bus that rush
acting mad dumb singing bum-stiggedy bump
plus we was mad young, I remember acting a fool
we laughing at the monkeys fucking at that park zoo
yo it was crazy cool raising hell at West Street school
forget what the teacher said, yo, we made our own rules
remember back in the day carving names in desks
not even knowing six years later I would see your death
we was just little kids doing childish shit
til we got to middle school and got wild and shit
and that's when we started chasing girls
not even thinking about grades
we was in a new world, our visions started to fade
we was still homeboys acting out and such
even though we didn't hang out as much
I told myself I'd never cry
I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
but now I'm asking myself why
'cause I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
And now we in the High School
smart fish in the lake
we study trying to keep it real
staying far from the fake
its funny how the first month of school started to fly
before I knew it your life was
gone in the blink of an eye
and now I'm stuck in denial
this shit can't be
God tell me why you had to take Noah from me
Why the fuck you had to go and take Noah from me?
I told myself I'd never cry
I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
but now I'm asking myself why
'cause I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
School was crazy there the next day
they didn't think I would last
seeing phoney bitches trying to get the fuck out of class
now I tried to play "hard" until I lost my cool
that's when I ran to a stall to shed a tear or two
or three or four, I broke down and cried puddles
now everytime I see your picture, my anger doubles
and everytime I see your picture, my anger doubles
I told myself I'd never cry
I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
and now I'm asking myself why
'cause I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
acting mad dumb singing bum-stiggedy bump
plus we was mad young, I remember acting a fool
we laughing at the monkeys fucking at that park zoo
yo it was crazy cool raising hell at West Street school
forget what the teacher said, yo, we made our own rules
remember back in the day carving names in desks
not even knowing six years later I would see your death
we was just little kids doing childish shit
til we got to middle school and got wild and shit
and that's when we started chasing girls
not even thinking about grades
we was in a new world, our visions started to fade
we was still homeboys acting out and such
even though we didn't hang out as much
I told myself I'd never cry
I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
but now I'm asking myself why
'cause I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
And now we in the High School
smart fish in the lake
we study trying to keep it real
staying far from the fake
its funny how the first month of school started to fly
before I knew it your life was
gone in the blink of an eye
and now I'm stuck in denial
this shit can't be
God tell me why you had to take Noah from me
Why the fuck you had to go and take Noah from me?
I told myself I'd never cry
I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
but now I'm asking myself why
'cause I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
School was crazy there the next day
they didn't think I would last
seeing phoney bitches trying to get the fuck out of class
now I tried to play "hard" until I lost my cool
that's when I ran to a stall to shed a tear or two
or three or four, I broke down and cried puddles
now everytime I see your picture, my anger doubles
and everytime I see your picture, my anger doubles
I told myself I'd never cry
I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
and now I'm asking myself why
'cause I know, I know know why
I never even said goodbye
This Thing Called Life lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
Yo, aye yo, I live by the sun and I'm a' die by the sun. Can't be livin' by the gun, man I never even held one, but does that make me less of a man? 'Cause I got a spray can not a gun in my hand. I got 4 clips of innocence. Blaster gas. Leave them speachless I'm sketchin pieces while the cats is killin my thesis. It's hard to find peace of mind but when you do, it's hard to keep. Ignorance will take you out in your sleep. It's just a little hard to swallow nobody's a leader no more. They all follow. They is as hollow as my man mike as drum be. I know it's always hard to believe. They cast to sea. They catch a disease. They quickly try to breach into my family but somethin's gotta give before I bring my kinds into this world we gotta rearrange the way we live, we gotta rearrange the way we live.
This thing called life is made of many decisions. The choices you make determine you and your livin'. There's a rocketship headed for truth, you better get it. You find yourself a waste of time tryin to fit in. This thing called life comes to many conclusions. You get one shot. You either win it or lose it. & I had to break free from my state of confusion but it gave me the strength to see through hate's illusions.
(Like that ya'll, L-like that, L-L-Like that ya'll, Like that, L-L-Like that, Like that, L-L-Like that ya'll, like that [x2])
Sometimes I push my mental way beyond my boundaries and sometimes it's detrimental to my health. Nowadays, we can't be out for self. We got to free one another, Kill that racial blindfold so we can see one another. Ignorant racist leave a scar tissue on the faces of beautiful human beings. I see a new light, this thing called life creep up from behind like a sign on your back. Spark your mind with a rhyme and it's time to react. Addicted to this rap sh*t like he be to crack. It won't stop writing the mic is like a crack pipe. Don't get the wrong idea. this is for the cats usin' the third eye vision to try and find why we're here. You need to get up, get out. You're all in the wrong without and I hope it don't take you too long to figure it out. I said I hope it don't take you too long.
This thing called life is made of many decisions. The choices you make determine you and your livin'. There's a rocketship headed for truth, you better get it. You find yourself a waste of time tryin to fit in. This thing called life comes to many conclusions. You get one shot. You either win it or lose it. & I had to break free from my state of confusion but it gave me the strength to see through hate's illusions.
(Now clap your hands and say yeah! [x3])
This is more than just music to us, its like These cats ain't that amusin' to us. We on a another level. Pissin' on their heads from above. We in the clouds watchin over the kids (watchin' over) [x4]
This thing called life is made of many decisions. The choices you make determine you and your livin'. There's a rocketship headed for truth, you better get it. You find yourself a waste of time tryin to fit in. This thing called life comes to many conclusions. You get one shot. You either win it or lose it. & I had to break free from my state of confusion but it gave me the strength to see through hate's illusions.
This thing called life is made of many decisions. The choices you make determine you and your livin'. There's a rocketship headed for truth, you better get it. You find yourself a waste of time tryin to fit in. This thing called life comes to many conclusions. You get one shot. You either win it or lose it. & I had to break free from my state of confusion but it gave me the strength to see through hate's illusions.
(Like that ya'll, L-like that, L-L-Like that ya'll, Like that, L-L-Like that, Like that, L-L-Like that ya'll, like that [x2])
Sometimes I push my mental way beyond my boundaries and sometimes it's detrimental to my health. Nowadays, we can't be out for self. We got to free one another, Kill that racial blindfold so we can see one another. Ignorant racist leave a scar tissue on the faces of beautiful human beings. I see a new light, this thing called life creep up from behind like a sign on your back. Spark your mind with a rhyme and it's time to react. Addicted to this rap sh*t like he be to crack. It won't stop writing the mic is like a crack pipe. Don't get the wrong idea. this is for the cats usin' the third eye vision to try and find why we're here. You need to get up, get out. You're all in the wrong without and I hope it don't take you too long to figure it out. I said I hope it don't take you too long.
This thing called life is made of many decisions. The choices you make determine you and your livin'. There's a rocketship headed for truth, you better get it. You find yourself a waste of time tryin to fit in. This thing called life comes to many conclusions. You get one shot. You either win it or lose it. & I had to break free from my state of confusion but it gave me the strength to see through hate's illusions.
(Now clap your hands and say yeah! [x3])
This is more than just music to us, its like These cats ain't that amusin' to us. We on a another level. Pissin' on their heads from above. We in the clouds watchin over the kids (watchin' over) [x4]
This thing called life is made of many decisions. The choices you make determine you and your livin'. There's a rocketship headed for truth, you better get it. You find yourself a waste of time tryin to fit in. This thing called life comes to many conclusions. You get one shot. You either win it or lose it. & I had to break free from my state of confusion but it gave me the strength to see through hate's illusions.
Eighty-Five lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
It seems like lately time be beatin' my ass,
Every step is like a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime,
It's like my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm sweatin' bullets,
see the plug but I can't pull it,
This belt just keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up against these ropes,
and ain't no tellin' if I win or not,
These gloves are getting heavy,
it's fight or flight you know how that goes,
Facin' clocks is chasin',
got me dodgin' obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience tellin' me that I can't lose,
So every time I start slippin' ego's start trippin',
I focus real hard and levitate just like I'm GOD,
And I'm livin' lovely,
I'm in the clouds no one above me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from those that love me,
There's a thin line between happiness and hopeless,
An even thinner line between on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story about my fall from glory,
And how I levitate from the fate time put before me,
They say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is patience when my heart is racin'?
Put yourself in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won't refrain from getting' pissed,
When you look down to see you're fallin' right through time's abyss,
And start to see visions,
memories you really miss, simple things,
Like your first birthday wish,
Your first girlfriend,
Your first love,
Your first French kiss,
Your first time feeling hate,
The first time you got dissed,
Your first day of school,
Your very first college class,
Your first time touchin' titties,
First time you got ass,
Your first time learnin' wrong from right,
First lonely night,
The first time you got your ass whooped in
Your first real fight,
Your first triple-double dare,
Your first pubic hair,
Your first time watchin' Jason,
Your first nightmare,
That's when you realize that time was your worst nightmare,
And now you're stuck asking yourself 'Why ain't life fair?',
You get closer to the bottom,
see the end of your line,
Your first time ever losin' this battle with time,
But right before you meet your death,
one more memory left,
The only one that's obsolete was your first breath,
One moon to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click of a hand,
I'll be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.
A clock can kill motivation,
that's why I'm never rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline when you're living on your own time?
I'm livin' slow, Peter Pan style son,
You didn't know I never grow up,
my mind is set at six years old,
As far as I'm concerned this grown-up shit is for the birds,
So pass the skittles,
JuJu Fruits, the Now N Laters, and Nerds,
I'm eatin' sweets until my teeth fall out and I can't see
And I'm deaf in my left ear but my right can hear cause
I'm livin' happily. So why you mad at me?
Cause your frustrations gave you grey hairs,
99% of your life's spent chasin'
American nightmares, (GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE)
I'm crazy childish, just check the habits,
I play with my food, pick my nose, and eat it damn it,
Plus I pick my scabs, I be the first to pop a blister,
Cause I'm more immature than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense than anything that they could ever say,
Forever playin' video games until I'm sleepy,
Tony Hawk's Pro Skater, please,
you'll never beat me,
So basically you're better off paying a bill or somethin',
Your mind is elderly, forty over the hill or somethin',
I'm young at heart,
I'ma forever be a kid I'm on some Tom Hanks shit,
you ever seen the movie big?
My heart is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've ever been in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, eatin' cinnamon LIFE,
Never knew a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The only pink pussy we knew was Snaggle,
Your mind's in the dirt,
We playin' Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hands hurt,
What do you know about pourin' out a whole box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep cause somethin's under your bed,
(And all it) took was one look to get them thoughts out your head,
(And then ya') fall right to sleep without a worry in mind,
(That's why I) Can't understand why cat's be hurryin' time,
And I don't wanna grow up I'm a Crab Apple Kid,
And I enjoy the company of people I relate wit',
But if it comes down to it,
to deal with cat's that I despise,
I just close my eyes and drift away to Eighty-Five
One moon to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click of a hand,
I'll be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five
Every step is like a right hook from Iron Mike Tyson in his prime,
It's like my mind is on a tredmill,
I'm sweatin' bullets,
see the plug but I can't pull it,
This belt just keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat,
I'm up against these ropes,
and ain't no tellin' if I win or not,
These gloves are getting heavy,
it's fight or flight you know how that goes,
Facin' clocks is chasin',
got me dodgin' obstacles,
And every hour is like a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes,
Still yet I got my conscience tellin' me that I can't lose,
So every time I start slippin' ego's start trippin',
I focus real hard and levitate just like I'm GOD,
And I'm livin' lovely,
I'm in the clouds no one above me,
With the gift to differentiate snakes from those that love me,
There's a thin line between happiness and hopeless,
An even thinner line between on point and out of focus,
BUT Back to my story about my fall from glory,
And how I levitate from the fate time put before me,
They say 'Be patient',
but what the fuck is patience when my heart is racin'?
Put yourself in my situation,
Try to be humble,
you won't refrain from getting' pissed,
When you look down to see you're fallin' right through time's abyss,
And start to see visions,
memories you really miss, simple things,
Like your first birthday wish,
Your first girlfriend,
Your first love,
Your first French kiss,
Your first time feeling hate,
The first time you got dissed,
Your first day of school,
Your very first college class,
Your first time touchin' titties,
First time you got ass,
Your first time learnin' wrong from right,
First lonely night,
The first time you got your ass whooped in
Your first real fight,
Your first triple-double dare,
Your first pubic hair,
Your first time watchin' Jason,
Your first nightmare,
That's when you realize that time was your worst nightmare,
And now you're stuck asking yourself 'Why ain't life fair?',
You get closer to the bottom,
see the end of your line,
Your first time ever losin' this battle with time,
But right before you meet your death,
one more memory left,
The only one that's obsolete was your first breath,
One moon to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click of a hand,
I'll be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.
A clock can kill motivation,
that's why I'm never rockin' a watch,
What's a deadline when you're living on your own time?
I'm livin' slow, Peter Pan style son,
You didn't know I never grow up,
my mind is set at six years old,
As far as I'm concerned this grown-up shit is for the birds,
So pass the skittles,
JuJu Fruits, the Now N Laters, and Nerds,
I'm eatin' sweets until my teeth fall out and I can't see
And I'm deaf in my left ear but my right can hear cause
I'm livin' happily. So why you mad at me?
Cause your frustrations gave you grey hairs,
99% of your life's spent chasin'
American nightmares, (GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE)
I'm crazy childish, just check the habits,
I play with my food, pick my nose, and eat it damn it,
Plus I pick my scabs, I be the first to pop a blister,
Cause I'm more immature than that cat from Sister-Sister,
If my parents tell me no I'm gonna do it anyway,
Experience will make more sense than anything that they could ever say,
Forever playin' video games until I'm sleepy,
Tony Hawk's Pro Skater, please,
you'll never beat me,
So basically you're better off paying a bill or somethin',
Your mind is elderly, forty over the hill or somethin',
I'm young at heart,
I'ma forever be a kid I'm on some Tom Hanks shit,
you ever seen the movie big?
My heart is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've ever been in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, eatin' cinnamon LIFE,
Never knew a crack rock, cause it was Fraggle,
The only pink pussy we knew was Snaggle,
Your mind's in the dirt,
We playin' Hungry-Hippo's 'til our hands hurt,
What do you know about pourin' out a whole box of Trix to get the toy out,
(Scared to) go to sleep cause somethin's under your bed,
(And all it) took was one look to get them thoughts out your head,
(And then ya') fall right to sleep without a worry in mind,
(That's why I) Can't understand why cat's be hurryin' time,
And I don't wanna grow up I'm a Crab Apple Kid,
And I enjoy the company of people I relate wit',
But if it comes down to it,
to deal with cat's that I despise,
I just close my eyes and drift away to Eighty-Five
One moon to the next,
Clocks switch when you least expect it and make the simplest shit complex,
The baby face got the planet fooled,
Books get judged by the covers worldwide, coincide with the illest,
The real is just fictional dreams,
No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click of a hand,
I'll be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five
Wejusfreestylin' lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
"If we were recording right now, and we would be getting all this, yeah sorry. Yeah we should have a freestyle on this."
"A freestyle?"
"Yeah hit em off with something."
"Spit a verse, travis, spit a verse."
"Youre picking your nose, travis."
"Stop picking your nose."
"Fuck you, dude, fuck you."
Traded in my hollow words for jelly-filled verbs
And five pound pronouns and predicates
This is Shlep's edicate for sloppy fable manners
Get your napkins
Mattie, dude, kick the beat
And ill rhyme top of the line, top of the world
Top of the morning to you, top dog
Cause im top notch, tiger
Tie it in a knot till your eyeballs pop out
So you can actually see what an actual MC looks like
And if i had to pick and chose id be the indecisive dick
In the voting booth
Laughing at my options
Like stop the press and all the media
Shleprok is leaving ya
Walk with prosthetic concoctions
I thought i told you
Youre just a toadstool
Like mario with fire powers
Sticking dick to the princess
Its just senseless like that David and Goliath drama
Minus the sling and stone your basically defenseless.
Anyway, you wanna it
Shleprok's cock's obnoxious
Feels like a midget is chillen in my boxers
"Whaaat?"
"Im sorry."
"I dont know.."
"A freestyle?"
"Yeah hit em off with something."
"Spit a verse, travis, spit a verse."
"Youre picking your nose, travis."
"Stop picking your nose."
"Fuck you, dude, fuck you."
Traded in my hollow words for jelly-filled verbs
And five pound pronouns and predicates
This is Shlep's edicate for sloppy fable manners
Get your napkins
Mattie, dude, kick the beat
And ill rhyme top of the line, top of the world
Top of the morning to you, top dog
Cause im top notch, tiger
Tie it in a knot till your eyeballs pop out
So you can actually see what an actual MC looks like
And if i had to pick and chose id be the indecisive dick
In the voting booth
Laughing at my options
Like stop the press and all the media
Shleprok is leaving ya
Walk with prosthetic concoctions
I thought i told you
Youre just a toadstool
Like mario with fire powers
Sticking dick to the princess
Its just senseless like that David and Goliath drama
Minus the sling and stone your basically defenseless.
Anyway, you wanna it
Shleprok's cock's obnoxious
Feels like a midget is chillen in my boxers
"Whaaat?"
"Im sorry."
"I dont know.."
Pig Latin lyrics - Gym Class Heroes
Why do people fear what they don't know?
Constantly lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low
And my hats rocked to the left
All these dirty looks be gettin me stressed
It's time to dead that
Testify and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats
terrorist act's will have you pigs squealin at last
Wayne County Jail full of noxious gas
got three quarters of your senses massed
you're left with only the sense of Touch like Tony
The majority of these boys in blue are phony
crooked like Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save lives
they out for delph, only tryin to help them self
They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit
the fact is I look suspicious, THATS IT!!
Type of kid to expose corruption, like crop circles and alien abductions
Park patrolling toy cop reproductions
Hunger for power equals negative reprocussions
Get rushed as if I was rushin with no discussion
try and cuff me and catch a mild concussion
I've taken all the stress I can
peace America I'm movin off to foreign lands
where cops don't place narcotics in innocent hands
Framin cats just to meet a quota
searchin' everyone with baggy pants and Moterola's
Thats why I'm wild with a camcorder
to catch 'em slippin when they pull me over
flip 'em the bird then I'm ghost in my Toyota
Won't stop writin til this shit cease
Until someone's there to police the police
I'm sick of all this everyday harassment
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being
followed shit is drastic)
Sick of havin visions of black caskets (just because we rock our pants low)
And our hats backwards (These cops is like cancer)
A tumor on our ass (We want answers)
For bad manners (And the use of police scanners)
So we jottin down their numbers (In our pocket planners)
for the day we meet up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
They got this little game that they play
tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong
Then they flash the badge in your face
and you don't even know what's goin' on
They don't even give you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is you've done
You go for your registration, and then they put your ass to sleep
(And tell the chief you reached for heat)
Cops be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks right under it
the funny thing is, this murders funded by the government
Yo they'll kill you and put the crack in your pocket to make it legal
Illegally plant the confiscated gat right by you in your Regal
and say you shot first, delete you from digital files its lethal
Most of these cops is see through, that's why we do what we do
That's why we tell the truth about what police do
Son they'll issue you a ticket right before they beat you
I'm glad the truth scares you, hit me mr.officer I dare you
Check the rearview, you'll see the camcorder, extended lens too
You better call for back-up, chew the rest of that crack up
cause we got you on tape with that girl you raped and handcuffed
Yeah you shook now, and if you swing on me I'm about to fight back
The man ain't nothin but the klan, but not in white they rockin blue and black
It's a proven fact cops is just white collared criminals
they ride in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals
I'm tellin you, it all makes sense they killed the president
sniped him out with one shot then lurked out with all the evidence
I'm speakin relevance, ignorant heads won't try to hear me
cause the truth will make the masses bug out, like Tim Leary
If you want kids off the streets give us somethin to do
instead of constant harassment and curfew's (COME ON)
Since when did dreadlocks become probable cause
totin' around a backpack become breakin the law
Son I'm fed up, so get up, stand up like Bob told you
and learn some Tai Bo in case they try to choke hold you
I'm sick of all this everyday harassment
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being
called a black bastard)
Sick of havin visions of black caskets (Just because we rock our pants low)
and our hats backwards (These cops is like cancer)
a tumor on our ass, (we want answers)
for bad manners (and the use of police scanners)
So we jottin' down their numbers (in our pocket planners)
For the day we meet up (with Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
(I'm sick of all this everyday harassment)
Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being
followed shit is drastic
(Sick of havin visions of black caskets) Just because we rock our pants low
(And our hats backwards) These cops is like cancer
(A tumor on our ass) We want answers
(For bad manners) And the use of police scanners
(So we jottin down their numbers) In our pocket planners
(for the day we meet up) With Jim Shapiro THE HAMMER!
Constantly lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low
And my hats rocked to the left
All these dirty looks be gettin me stressed
It's time to dead that
Testify and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats
terrorist act's will have you pigs squealin at last
Wayne County Jail full of noxious gas
got three quarters of your senses massed
you're left with only the sense of Touch like Tony
The majority of these boys in blue are phony
crooked like Saint Ides, instead of tryin to save lives
they out for delph, only tryin to help them self
They pull me over talkin about a seatbelt, we all know thats bullshit
the fact is I look suspicious, THATS IT!!
Type of kid to expose corruption, like crop circles and alien abductions
Park patrolling toy cop reproductions
Hunger for power equals negative reprocussions
Get rushed as if I was rushin with no discussion
try and cuff me and catch a mild concussion
I've taken all the stress I can
peace America I'm movin off to foreign lands
where cops don't place narcotics in innocent hands
Framin cats just to meet a quota
searchin' everyone with baggy pants and Moterola's
Thats why I'm wild with a camcorder
to catch 'em slippin when they pull me over
flip 'em the bird then I'm ghost in my Toyota
Won't stop writin til this shit cease
Until someone's there to police the police
I'm sick of all this everyday harassment
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being
followed shit is drastic)
Sick of havin visions of black caskets (just because we rock our pants low)
And our hats backwards (These cops is like cancer)
A tumor on our ass (We want answers)
For bad manners (And the use of police scanners)
So we jottin down their numbers (In our pocket planners)
for the day we meet up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
They got this little game that they play
tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong
Then they flash the badge in your face
and you don't even know what's goin' on
They don't even give you a reasons, orno clue as to what it is you've done
You go for your registration, and then they put your ass to sleep
(And tell the chief you reached for heat)
Cops be poppin' confiscated glocks with a sack of rocks right under it
the funny thing is, this murders funded by the government
Yo they'll kill you and put the crack in your pocket to make it legal
Illegally plant the confiscated gat right by you in your Regal
and say you shot first, delete you from digital files its lethal
Most of these cops is see through, that's why we do what we do
That's why we tell the truth about what police do
Son they'll issue you a ticket right before they beat you
I'm glad the truth scares you, hit me mr.officer I dare you
Check the rearview, you'll see the camcorder, extended lens too
You better call for back-up, chew the rest of that crack up
cause we got you on tape with that girl you raped and handcuffed
Yeah you shook now, and if you swing on me I'm about to fight back
The man ain't nothin but the klan, but not in white they rockin blue and black
It's a proven fact cops is just white collared criminals
they ride in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals
I'm tellin you, it all makes sense they killed the president
sniped him out with one shot then lurked out with all the evidence
I'm speakin relevance, ignorant heads won't try to hear me
cause the truth will make the masses bug out, like Tim Leary
If you want kids off the streets give us somethin to do
instead of constant harassment and curfew's (COME ON)
Since when did dreadlocks become probable cause
totin' around a backpack become breakin the law
Son I'm fed up, so get up, stand up like Bob told you
and learn some Tai Bo in case they try to choke hold you
I'm sick of all this everyday harassment
(Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being
called a black bastard)
Sick of havin visions of black caskets (Just because we rock our pants low)
and our hats backwards (These cops is like cancer)
a tumor on our ass, (we want answers)
for bad manners (and the use of police scanners)
So we jottin' down their numbers (in our pocket planners)
For the day we meet up (with Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!
(I'm sick of all this everyday harassment)
Sick of hopelessly watchin my man gettin his ass kicked, sick of being
followed shit is drastic
(Sick of havin visions of black caskets) Just because we rock our pants low
(And our hats backwards) These cops is like cancer
(A tumor on our ass) We want answers
(For bad manners) And the use of police scanners
(So we jottin down their numbers) In our pocket planners
(for the day we meet up) With Jim Shapiro THE HAMMER!
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