Lyrics:
While shouting themselves out of existence
If they care so much
Why don't they try eating
Some of those cardboard cut-outs themselves
And they stuff
this wing
It's just like the cut-out bin
Little milton ended up here too
Well I don't wanna be a museum piece
Please don't let me be a museum piece
Well
can't even walk home
The girls on the street all look sad
In this cardboard cut-out little town
No wonder, that's the only thing here that's real
belligerent bitchy bottomous state of affairs bad bwoy
see is for the cantankerous condition of your character
You have no cutout
D is for the downright
on the street all look sad in this cardboard cut-out little town
No wonder, that's the only thing here that's real
The gold is for fools and paradise is lost
But
of Akorn up in the cellar, we don't drink wine
I treat all my hoes like they equally fine
Rearview got Grammy noms, not cutout pines
Told my dawg, "Hold
You, yeah you, yeah you
You got a cardboard cutout soul
Just a powertripping, mindraping, backstabbing junkie
Thinking your hype is true
You,
cardboard cutout on the wall your paper or your Kenny doll
With perfect hair and a perfect dress I'm really just the perfect mess
cnd I ain't nothing less
cutout ads
I want to reach above the paradox where nobody can see
Want to hold a light to paradigm and strip it to its feet
I want to feel the way
a shutout
For choosing ironically never to live as a cutout
The use of technology equal to having a gun out
My open carry of self is offensive
A cut-out picture of a sugar tart
With olive skin, a purple heart,
Concrete shoes, and it's just the start
Of bigger things unseen.
Heroes of our
I enter the room
Confident enough
For now I tread
A straight and narrow way
So I sleep soundly
A little blue in the face
Cut-out shapes
In
should've clipped a sensory cut-out
A spoiling of the harmony, of which we were about
I don't despise or demonize, but I just know your form
Walk right out
road so you better get lost
When you hear the roar of cut-out exhaust
Bug off or you'll find that
You've blown your mind
Get off the road! Get off
Here on the outskirts of life
Dreams seldom come true
Flippin' through photographs emotional holographs
Cutouts of all the figures you might've
love my baby
Well, I'm gonna tell you the reason why
Never told you this before
'Cause there ain't a chance for a cutout
You've got to stay with me
a child
Earn a few rewards for every mile
'Cuz living ain't cheap but these dreams are free
Cardboard cutout of a family
Look at my smile. I'm as happy
A town called Cinderella
You can hear the stillness
Through highrise cutouts
That invite strange birds
A town called Cinderella
Golden doors
Down
done be the cutout
Of the cookie it ain't shortbread, it ain't sweet, it's reality
But it ain't chai, it ain't green, you compared with me
Everybody want
cutout the bullshit
You know that you don't want the smoke
Exposed for some thots and some more shit
We was just buzzing you and you cuzzn was popn
You're a cardboard cutout on a prime time stage
Unless you take a risk things will stay the same
This chapter's over it's time to turn the page
If
with a cardboard
Cutout of him
Here the men stayed
Here the men slept
Here they cooked
And washed
And farmed
And read
And prayed
They might have made it
You talked in circles, I ran in stars
Cardboard people in cutout cars
Tell me why you're still so gone
And I'll tell you why I never call
All we
grieving
Keep it pleading
Choke out
You just walked out
Then you cutout
Life is a washout
Gonna strikeout
Take my Prozac
Avoid the flashback
Facing setback
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