Lyrics:
table scraps
I'm useless to you
Until your stomach calls me back
Ooh my love is table scraps
I'm useless to you
But you wouldn't tell me that
Treat me
on down to the floor
To the floor these have-nots
And haves divide for table scraps
And lantern light and on this spot
At last unite side by side by
cause am a sinner man
Night to the day, men locked behind bars
Rich eating, poor feeding from the table scraps
I say I never had a say cause am the little
bone dog getting down on a chicken bone
Dog digging that chicken bone wagging her tail around
Cat sneaking on table scrap cat getting down on a table
damage for the ultimate right
One's got a billion
The other has a dime
And the one that's eating table scraps has taken what's mine
Kill me baby
Kill
are we heading?
What's left for us?
Table scraps and a last gasp
Best put our trust in the rust
Put our trust in the rust
I can't trust you
No tooth
scraps tonight
I shall kill them one by one
And feed their corpses to the sun
When the demonsâ?¦the demons of myâ?¦mind
Come to claw for table scraps
of me is at the table, other scraps on the floor
I've been tryna figure things out in my head that's for sure
Wind is in the east
Stare at us eyes in wonder
Like beggars at a feast
We can't even, count the number
What you gonna do?
Send them table scraps
Wind is in the east
Stare at us eyes in wonder
Like beggars at a feast
We can't even, count the number
What you gonna do?
Send them table
better look for table scraps to scrape her
I don't subscribe to the news or the free press but homie I get the paper!
probably never know
Guilty cocker spaniels eating table scraps
Well we rolled over, how our masters clapped
It felt so good we wanted more than that
But
probably never know
Guilty cocker spaniels eating table scraps
Well we rolled over, how our masters clapped
It felt so good we wanted more than that
But
gonna hang
You're gonna hang
What's the best that you can hope for?
Pity fucks and table scraps?
Subterfuge and detachment?
A bullet in the head
gonna hang
You're gonna hang
What's the best that you can hope for?
Pity fucks and table scraps?
Subterfuge and detachment?
A bullet in the head
with a crown
and on and on and on
uneasy metaphors
searching through the table scraps
lighting up the leftovers
find it hard just to speak in a basic
But the fact was my fathers ate your scraps
(We all say "relax")
They'll take your table scraps,
Rip you to shreds,
And take that shirt off your back
(I
the dollar? Fuck it
Whore 'em and I label that
Now my sheep is a shepherd's table scrap
Play with that sailors knot
Wine for his limbs plus a cane and hat
Shake
hair.
Electric afternoon and shrill cellphones are mating.
Lame dog is dreaming, dreaming of a better life
Where bed is fluffy pillows, table scraps
don't know me
Table scraps turnin' into something, lil homie
Measure up to me, how lil gnomie
Up on my throne, ima king, you below me
Never had a lot but
wide when I execute
And I been waiting so long that you asked for this
You try to give me your table scraps, I'ma give you my ass to kiss
I won't even
and make scratch from table scraps
And always end up fucked watchin other niggas backs
I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds
But in the mist of funk
think
I'm busting you blink
Nigga see me in the club, start ducking and tucking they link
Like I resorted to robbing niggas for table scraps
In
the boy under his flap
Said take because the world won't give you jack
When the rich try to take his table scraps
Badman put the clueless on his back
Yeah
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