Lyrics:
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
dig it out the floor
Each week I say it, that panic
Consider your realest flow, no
How's that for finding your own
Knowing your meaning in your mind
home
And a spread it around
Lord knows that we need it in my town
Just put ya headphones on and relax to the sound
Playing guitar by the docks
And trash
We on that drank we on that drank
I got 20,000 on me by mistake
How can I not ball until everything fade away
How can I not, how can I not
How can I
the moment that we met
That no matter how I try, I can't keep the tears
From running down my face
I'm all alone at my place
You didn't try to call me
You
While I texted you on the phone
They won't tell you how it feels
Not to be loved by you
All that time spent by myself
While you left me on the shelf
Ridin' dirty, uh, what
Fool, ridin' dirty, uh, what?
Tell me can you feel it? Man, nothin' can save ya
I believe it's that season for gettin' yo
Ridin' dirty, uh, what
Fool, ridin' dirty, uh, what?
Tell me can you feel it? Man, nothin' can save ya
I believe it's that season for gettin' yo
king arthur
Now I feel like a martyr
I been getting smarter
I'm going off charter
Having a panic attack
You don't know how to react
Making sure how
lovely and sweet Apple Music but lately, I'm tryna Spotify
Could make some real shit that makes you feel shit feel like I could do the shit if I tried
Spit
of songs saying nothing
Man that don't impress us
How can anybody
Know when It's the right time
Drama to the left
Staying in the right mind
Stressful life I
I’m off of the bean, no I’m not a teen, lil bitch I’m a Titan
Lil boy I’m a beast, I’m mean and I’m green, came in that bitch fighting
Bugatti it
confidence asking me what the problem is
Problem is; feels like accolades should be the opposite
Competent on top of shit when Really at the bottom its
many bridges, I feel like I'm isolated
Know I'm at a disadvantage 'cause I'm melanated
Yeah, I hate it, but that's no excuse, back in the day
Vada Mae
straight overseas you ain't even gotta ask it's legit
Peeping the come up how niggas was hating them same niggas putting they hands out For features
Just
crazy how it is man. Back then you couldn't just be in the open with all that stuff man, Or I guess it depends on who you was with. But now, I'm just here
sorry, I don't really feel that guilt, but I know that is just what sells
Oozing blood cells, out my nose, fuck it use it similar to Arthur Fleck did,
different places
Seeing things, think I need to face it
But I'm a patient
Overdose, I dont really care no, no, no
What's the dose? Time that shit by twelve
the city while it snows that's a cold time
Pretty boy hair dyed I don't even care mind gone
Watch my breath fog lit by the street signs
Face iridescent
to be bit
In the neck by a snake that kills
Do you know how it feels to be stabbed in the back
Then watch the blood spill
Do you like how it feels
to bind us all
Bind us together like a platinum truss
Giving it over, giving it over
I'm putting my heart into treasures that don't rust
I'm giving it
deep like a bachelor
I turn shit over like a spatula
You know how it goes by now, word to God
Lyrics are so hard they'll be Kevin Costner's bodyguard
takes prayer and patience I gave it mine
I don't even show emotion when they ask how it finally feel to shine
Because I knew that this would happen over
the odds
How that is?
Nothing to it
Keep it moving
What they doing
Don't affect
My improvement
2 jobs plus a student
Never see me without movement
Plus I get
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