Lyrics:
A-makes much more sense to live in the present tense...
One, two
One, two, three, woo
The second I put my head on your chest
She knew, she's got a real sixth sense
Your name comes up once and it comes up twice
And without her even bein' here, she's back in your life
Now she's in the same damn city on the same damn night
And you lost all your common sense
What a coincidence
Oh, na-na, na-na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na-na
Last week, you didn't have any doubts
This week, you're holding space for her tongue in your mouth
Now she's sendin' you some pictures wearin' less and less
Tryin' to turn the past into the present tense, huh
Suckin' up to all of your mutual friends
And you lost all your common sense (you lost all your common sense)
The way you told me the truth, minus seven percent (minus seven percent)
What a coincidence, uh
Oh, na-na, na-na-na
Oh, na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
What a surprise, your phone just died
Your car drove itself from LA to her thighs
Palm Springs looks nice, but who's playin' sides?
Niggas want me to get ratchet
Niggas want me to attack it
Put the hood on, now they callin' me Cassius
Raunchy like Bob Saget
Greedy, I can't pass it
Eatin' everything, nigga, no fasting
I don't care how much you knew me in the past tense
I ain't no Julia Stiles, this ain't no last dance, way past it
Way
Fuckin' on my ex 'cause he validate me
Fuckin' up a check, I don't want no receipt
Might get possessed, let my spirit speak freely
Hey, my past can't escape me
My pussy precedes me
My, my, how the times change
I'm still playin' the victim
And you still playin' the pick-me
It's so embarrassing
All of the things I need living inside of me
I can't see it
It's so embarrassing
All of the love I seek living inside of me
I can't see, I'm blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind
You ain't getting your bitch back
Calm down, shit could be worse, never say that
I don't wanna pipe down, rather get payback
Mama told me, "Never shit where you lay at"
I don't want righteousness
I hurt too much, I lost too much, I lust too much
I hit my clutch and vroom
Third day, pop out the tomb
I like when you pull your gun at the red light
I like all that violence, give me dysfunction
I like when you come, never stay the whole night
Better when you high, never tell me I'm wrong
'Cause my past can't escape me
My pussy precedes me
My, my, how the times change
You still talkin' 'bout babies
And I'm still taking the Plan B
It's so embarrassing
All of the things I need living inside of me
I can't see it
It's so embarrassing
All of the love I seek living inside of me
I can't see, I'm blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind
Blind, blind
He thought he was the King of America
Where they pour Coca Cola just like vintage wine
Now I try hard not to become hysterical
But I'm not sure if I am laughing or crying
I wish that I could push a button
And talk in the past and not the present tense
And watch this hurtin' feeling disappear
Like it was common sense
It was a fine idea at the time
Now it's a brilliant mistake
She said that she was working for the ABC News
It was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use
Her perfume was unspeakable
It lingered in the air
Like her artificial laughter
Her mementos of affairs
"Oh" I said "I see you know him"
"Isn't that very fortunate for you"
And she showed me his calling card
He came third or fourth and there were more than one or two
He was a fine idea at the time
Now he's a brilliant mistake
He thought he was the King of America
But it was just a boulevard of broken dreams
A trick they do with mirrors and with chemicals
The words of love in whispers
And the acts of love in screams
I wish that I could push a button
And talk in the past and not the present tense
And watch this lovin' feeling disappear
Like it was common sense
I was a fine idea at the time
Now I'm a brilliant mistake
I was a fine idea at the time
Now I'm a brilliant mistake
The past sure is tense
they're heading up for the main event
all those people seem to be hell-bent
see those people up on top of the fence
and the man down there
selling knotholes through the fence
the little shoe generation man
I found your print on a dollar bill
I founf your print on an Indian mound
I found your print on the statue at the sound
I found your print on the elephant ground
I found your print in the beautiful mountains
the grass no longer grew around
I found your print in my mind -
the past sure is tense
the pastsureistense
no you got the wrong idea
no you got the wrong intent
the carpenter carpenterized my vent
the only peephole
where is my dent
the past sure is tense
the past sure is tense
the past sure is now
I don't see how
see those people that used to
throw those tents
you can't see them now
they're in past tense
the past sure is tense
Now a new look in my eyes my spirit rise
Forget the past
Present tense works and lasts
Got shit on
Pissed on
Spit on
Stepped on
Fucked with
Pointed at by lesser men
New life in place of old life
Unscarred by trials
A new level of confidence and power
Demanding plea for unity between us all
United stand
Death before divided fall
In mock military order
Vulgar
Power
Impatient
Because time is shorter
New life in place of old life
Unscarred by trials
A new level of confidence and power
That's right
No fucking surrender
Can't lose
A new level, new level, of confidence, of confidence and power and power
A new level, new level, of confidence, of confidence and power and power
Life kills, life kills, life kills
Trust me, you'd be mad too
But shawty, we can be mad cool
Just hit me if anything past due
Your family told you I'm a bad move
Plus I'm already a black dude
Leavin' the bathroom, my hands is half-rinsed
If only a nigga just had sense
Speakin' in past tense
It's been a week and a half since
We ain't been speakin' and that meant
You feelin' free in my absence
I've been goin' through a lot behind this glass tint, yeah
(This is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is-)
I know they told you I'd be bad for you
Don't worry I'll be back for you
All the money and cars
Stripper hoes and the tattoos, bad news
Back off a coffee bean
Reflectin' on all you see (this is all, this is all)
Stressin' over award shows
She's stressin' over her wardrobe
Bought the mansion on foreclose
No matter how many tickets your tour sold
You feel this deep in your torso
Feel like someone's readin' your horoscope
Some shit only me and the Lord knows
SOS, that's for those who hear this in morse code
Too many doors closed Cul-de-sacs and four doors
Still ended up at the North Pole
This is where remorse goes
This shit'll have you in divorce court
Fightin' over your seeds, writin' over your deeds, slidin' over your keys
Alimony and fees, as your lawyer proceeds
To give bad bad news
I'm just bad-bad news
Good thing, the two, Bonnie and Clyde
The money and who?
Now a new look in my eyes my spirit rise
Forget the past
Present tense works and lasts
Got shit on
Pissed on
Spit on
Stepped on
Fucked with
Pointed at by lesser men
New life in place of old life
Unscarred by trials
A new level of confidence and power
Demanding plea for unity between us all
United stand
Death before divided fall
In mock military order
Vulgar
Power
Impatient
Because time is shorter
New life in place of old life
Unscarred by trials
A new level of confidence and power
That's right
No fucking surrender
Can't lose
A new level, new level, of confidence, of confidence and power and power
A new level, new level, of confidence, of confidence and power and power
Life kills, life kills, life kills
It's so hard for me to say this
I'm struggling to find the right words
What I've felt is past tense
What I feel you just haven't heard
So, I think it's better that I tell you now
I think it's better that I tell you now
He's so sweet and good, good
I can't let him go
Take it from the horses mouth, you'll never understand me
I told you, my Plan B is to you win your hearts before we win a Grammy
These Days ain't shit changed
Different toilet, same shit and I drank a whole gallon
Of laxatives by accident just to shit on you has-beens
Had it been for my past tense, I wouldn't be rapping
See these streets made me, broke me down, built me up, drove me crazy
Made me hungry, made you hate me, but fuck love
It don't make dollars it don't make sense nigga
By the way that's DJ Quik nigga
Respect or check it
These Days I'm a little more focused cause y'all cracked the door
And I kicked it open, yellin' get the fuck down or I will shoot
I told you not to motherfuckin' move!
Go
You've got a lot of nerve coming 'round this place
If you're a pretty boy, you've got to save face
And it's all wrong
Turn around
Let's get it on
You've got a lot of curves past your gait
Life in the future tense is so much weight
Space is the emptiness, nothingness between two things
But the space in your heart, baby
Generates your pain
And it's all wrong
Turn around
Let's get it on
I realized you're like a bummed cigarette
Suicide in slow motion
You're such a drag, all that's left is a decent butt
Your promises are smoke I see you inhale
And it's all wrong
Turn around
Let's get it on
Turn around
Let's fucking get it on
If I was to listen I'd turn back
Give up on my reasons
Forgive up the past
You think I'd swallow that?
Bearing weight in ceilings
Just to stop and ask of Thorazine
Thora Zine, Thora Zine, Thorazine
They give you this
They take away that
Thorazine
There'll be no others
There'll be no long lost friends
Empty on the insides
Empty of a last pretense
To stand by on feeling of the end
So many lives
A runaway life
So many lies
When they locked you up they shut me out
Gave me the key so I could show you around
Yet we were not allowed
Omens of the daydream
But caught as you're bound in Thora Zine
Thora Zine, Thora Zine, Thorazine
They give you this
They take away that
Thorazine
There'll be no rallies
There'll be no long lost friends
Caught on a spotlight running out of present tense
To fix by a feeling of an end
So many lives
A runaway life
Please come back
Please come back
Please come back Pale Horse
Please come back
Please come back
Please come back Pale Horse
Please come back
Please come back
Please come back Pale Horse
Please come back
Please come back
Please come back Pale Horse
I could feel it from the start
Couldn't stand to be apart
Something 'bout ya caught my eye
Something moved me deep inside
Don't know what ya did, boy, but you had it
And I've been hooked ever since
Told my mother, my brother, my sister, and my friends
Told the others, my lovers, both past and present tense
That every time I see you everything starts making sense
Do your thang honey!
I could feel it from the start
Couldn't stand to be apart
Something 'bout ya caught my eye
Something moved me deep inside
Don't know what ya did, boy, but you had it
And I've been hooked ever since
Told my mother, my brother, my sister, and my friends
Told the others, my lovers, both past and present tense
That every time I see you everything starts making sense
Do your thang honey!
My friends all use the past tense when they speak of you
And so to make them comfortable I use it too
They'd soon have me committed if they only knew
What I believe with all my heart is true
I know you're there
Although it's nothing I can prove
I know you're there
By just the way the shadows move
And though I said goodbye and finally let you go
I know you're there
Although I don't know how I know
I know you see
The crazy things I sometimes do
They make you laugh
So I still do them just for you
And when I'm entertaining all the friends I love
I know you see
And that you're laughing from above
You needn't panic
I'm not consulting any guru
Calling psychics
Or practicing with voodoo
I'm not manic or depressive
I just miss you
So I'll go on
Enjoying every lovely day
Because I'm sure
You would've wanted it that way
And when there's sorrow it's no more than I can bear
Because you are, and always were, and always will be there
Once in awhile we might pass on the street
We nod and we smile and we shuffle our feet
Making small talk standing face to face
Hands in our pockets 'cause we feel so out of place
We have been so out of touch
We have been so out of touch
We speak in the past tense to talk about the weather
The broken sentences, we try to piece together
I ask you if you ever see an old friend
You say that you used to
It's been a long time since then
We have been so out of touch
We have been so out of touch
Our paths may cross again in some crowded bar
We feel a little lost 'cause we've drifted away so far
Hoping to find the right words to say
We joke a little and then go on our way
We have been so out of touch
We have been so out of touch
We have been so out of touch
warm bodies I sense
are not machines that can only make money
past perfect tense
words for a feeling and all I've discovered
I'll be along son
with medicine supposed to designed to
make you high
I'll be along son
with words for a feeling and all I've discovered
old bad eyes
old bad eyes
old bad eyes
on loneliness comes
go see the foreman go see the profiteer
on loneliness drives
we're takin' our time movin' shit for
this holy slime
old, bad eyes
old, bad eyes
old, bad eyes, almighty fear
the shepherd won't leave me alone
he's in my face and I
the shepherd of my days
and I want you here by my heart
and my head, I can't start till I'm dead
I see, the law caught your hands on the stuff
And if that wasn't enough
Means I totally fell for your bluff
Oh, how you kicked off that stuff
Oh the beautiful people are ugly too
There's gonna be a lot of washing
When the dance is through
Now your face without pretense
Is lit up on the fence
You, you, you, you
You can buy another singer like
You gotta lotta money you, you, you, you
You can buy another singer like
You gotta lotta money
All those who feign indifference
Whether to be or become past tense
The forgotten part of old acquaintance
Who stiffed out on the Itchycoo Park bench
And the beautiful people are ugly too
There gonna be a lot of washing
When the dance is through
Admit it!
Sleep, my little Kovu
Let your dreams take wing
One day when you're big and strong
You will be a king
I've been exiled, persucuted
Left alone with no defense
When I think of what that brute did
I get a little tense
But I dream a dream so pretty
That I don't feel so depressed
'Cause it soothes my inner kitty
And it helps me get some rest
The sound of Simba's dying gasp
His daughter squealing in my grasp
His lionesses' mournful cry
That's my lullaby
Now the past I've tried forgetting
And my foes I could forgive
Trouble is I knows it's petty
But I hate to let them live
So you found yourself somebody who'd chase Simba up a tree
Oh, the battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for me
The melody of angry growls
A counterpoint of painful howls
A symphony of death, oh my!
I was there in the back stage
When the light came around
I grew up like a changeling
To win the first time around
I can see all the weakness
I can pick all the faults
Well, I concede all the faith tests
Just to stick in your throats
Three-one-G
Three-one-G
Three-one-G
Hung around in your soundtrack
To mirror all that you've done
To find the right side of reason
To kill the three lies for one
I can see all the cold facts
I can see through your eyes
All this talk made no contact
No matter how hard we tried
Three-one-G
Three-one-G
Three-one-G
I can still hear the footsteps
I can see only walls
I slid into your man-traps
With no hearing at all
I just see contradiction
Had to give up the fight
Just to live in the past tense
To make believe you were right
Three-one-G
Three-one-G
Three-one-G
Three, five, oh, one, two, five
Anyone could scratch your surface now
It's all amphetamine
You're blasting yourself into the present
To blur some past indignity, say that
You say that you hate it
You want to re-create it
I've been around, I've been your lover
I let it go at Kill Devil Hills
You're coming onto something so fast, so numb
That you can't even feel
You're drinking raw adrenal, baby
And do-si-do, saddo
You're eating cartilage, shark-eyes, shark-heart, all present tense
And boy, your blood is running cold
Listen!
I was there in the back stage
When the first light came around
I grew up like a changeling
To win the first time around
I can see all the weakness
I pick all the faults
Well I concede all the faith tests
Just to stick in your throats
Thirty one G, thirty one G, thirty one G
I hung around in your soundtrack
To mirror all that you've done
To find the right side of reason
To kill the three lies for one
I can see all the cold facts
I can see through your eyes
All this talk made no contact
No matter how hard we tried
Thirty one G, thirty one G, thirty one G
I can still hear the footsteps
I can see only walls
I slid into your man-traps
With no hearing at all
I just see contradiction
Had to give up the fight
Just to live in the past tense
To make believe you were right
Thirty one G, thirty one G, thirty one G
Three, five, zero, one, two, five
Anyone could scratch your surface now
It's all amphetamine
You're blasting yourself into the present
To blur some past indignity, say that
You say that you hate it
You want to re-create it
I've been around, I've been your lover
I let it go at Kill Devil Hills
You're coming onto something so fast, so numb
That you can't even feel
You're drinking raw adrenal, baby
And do-si-do, saddo
You're eating cartilage, shark-eyes, shark-heart, all present tense
And boy, your blood is running cold
Listen!
Welcome to the future
Blueprint 3
Ay count me in
Find me a nice soft place to land
I'm so high
Find me a place to land
Yeah right there,
I'm so tomorrow
The Audemars are yesterday
Which means your on time delay
So even if I slow it down
My sound is fast forward, hold up
I'm just a runway show
But I wear this on my plane in my runway clothes
Cashmere sweats they come out next year
But these my last year sweats
And my hoe so sick, your new chick can't fuck with my old bitch
And you know this shit
I'm professional, they novices
I just may let you borrow this
This the Blueprint nigga follow this
This what what tomorrow is
Welcome to tomorrow bitch
Whatever you about to discover we off that
You about to tell her you love her we off that
Always wanna fight in the club and we off that
But you can't bring the future back
Y'all steady chasing the fame we off that
Over sized clothes and chains we off that
Nigga still making it rain and we off that
Cos you can't bring the future back
Tell niggas top get off me
Cris we off that
Timbs we off that
Rims we off that
Yeah we off that is you still on that
If you still making money cos we still on that
This ain't black versus white my nigga we off that
Please tell Bill O Reilly to fall back
Tell Rush Limbaugh to get off my balls
Its 2010 not 1864
Ah yeah we come so far
So I drive around town hard top and its off
Ah and my Tribeca loft with my high brow art
And my high yellow broad
Ah and my dark skin sis and my best white mate
Say whats up to to Chris
Ah, hows that for a mix
Got a black president
Got green presidents
Blueprints in my white Ipod
Black diamonds in my Jesus piece, my God,
Ah we ain't tripping off that,
Its a Benetton ad, nigga been up off that
Whatever you about to discover we off that
You about to tell her you love her we off that
Always wanna fight in the club and we off that
But you can't bring the future back
Y'all steady chasing the fame we off that
Over sized clothes and chains we off that
Nigga still making it rain and we off that
Cos you can't bring the future back
Tell niggas top get off me
Cris we off that,
Timbs we off that
Rims we off that
Yeah we off that is you still on that,
If you still making money cos we still on that
I don't give a fidduuck, abiddout the widday
You used to move, what you used to do
And I don't give a fidduuck abiddout the bitches
That you used to screw
What your future do
And we don't really care what you used to say
Unless that affects your future pay
I'm on the practice field running two a day
So I don't drop the ball when its threw my way
So I don't a fidduck abiddout the shit that
You probably did
Who you probably is
The only time I deal in past tense
Is I'm past rims
And I'm past tints
If you driving it I drove it
You got it cos I sold it
You copped it and I bought it back
And we don't give a fidduck nigga we off that
Whatever you about to discover we off that
You about to tell her you love her we off that
Always wanna fight in the club and we off that
But you can't bring the future back
Y'all steady chasing the fame we off that
Over sized clothes and chains we off that
Nigga still making it rain and we off that
Cos you can't bring the future back
Tell niggas top get off me
Cris we off that
Timbs we off that
Rims we off that
Yeah we off that is you still on that
If you still making money cos we still on that
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