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Robots Can't Drink
They wanna know the
state of that union What we're all immune to What the
fuck we clapping for? What the
fuck the
shrooms do? Where the
fuck my drink go? Tryna get my head clear Tryna figure out the
path we took to just get here No cheers, no sounds Quiet while they contemplate Searching for the
storyline, tryna to finally consummate ...or was it consummate Pronounce dominance Salute to the
narrative somebody's live blogging it up So we in realtime status says "loving it" 'Til they let that motherfucker go and cop a
double clip And what's the
reason for it? And is it treason for a
middle path temper to be agitated even more? Or do we stick to one side and never pole vault? Never Shake and Bake, no Lawry's no salt And no spice to it, I
put the
ice to it Turpentine don hard enough to cut right through it We put our heart in, to pull the
words out With a
glass in the
hand pull the
nerves out You hear a
pin drop, but your ears close While the
notes keep playing for your heroes Live through circuits Run that routine Find your purpose Tie your shoe strings I
take solace in my looseleaf What's your poison Can it soothe me I
stay drinking I
am on that Chevy volt cold shit No, I'm never gassed up Boogaloo electric Never pull a
fast one I
ain't into gimmicks But the
people want an image So I'm Mr. Transparent While the
Ferris wheel's spinning Rat race I
am truant to it... hollering Bueller We're just at the
tailgate... brought our own cooler Fuck that stress shit, who's got next game? Connect 4
while we run that chess game I'm only playing when I'm laughing with Ansari Snapping at these fuckers tryna figure out Antares' Auto-tune slow pokes they are pretty charming Jambox jammed up... (back to the
laundry) 'Cuz this is real life, no frills, real pain Cheap vodka and a
couple tanks of propane We need heat even if it's only Thursday 52 weeks, 53 happy birthdays We put our heart in, to pull the
words out With a
glass in the
hand pull the
nerves out You hear a
pin drop, but your ears close While the
notes keep playing for your heroes Live through circuits Run that routine Find your purpose Tie your shoe strings I
take solace in my looseleaf What's your poison Can it soothe me I
stay drinking At the
end of the
day there are no real differences Tryna dodge the
bitterness of that Griffin kid Family Guy's Peter Pan they missing it Tryna fly high stay young Blake Griffin shit Business end of the
stick they on that Chuck Sheen Hate what they've become even with the
luxury Two and a
half men, I
am more like 3
in one I
don't mean to brag but I
feel I
got the
Midas touch Golden, yes I'm feeling golden Tryna make those pained past days seem olden Throw a
fucking fist up, we are never folding Origami mamas get they labias swollen I
will put it on you, it will never wash off This ink is indelible throw away the
wash cloth Throw away the
soap box, I
be on the
main stage Flipping the
looseleaf now we're on the
same page cuz'... We put our heart in, to pull the
words out With a
glass in the
hand pull the
nerves out You hear a
pin drop, but your ears close While the
notes keep playing for your heroes Live through circuits Run that routine Find your purpose Tie your shoe strings I
take solace in my looseleaf What's your poison Can it soothe me I
stay drinking Robots, pop songs. Everything stop Robots, pop songs. Everything drop Robots, pop songs. Robots, pop songs Robots... Hey, come on more people! Robots, pop songs. Everything stop Robots, pop songs. Everything drop Robots, pop songs. Robots, pop songs Robots, pop songs. Everybody hide! Still killing the
average, still looking for change Still dodging the
arrows, still paving the
lane Still drinking the
poison tryna to stay sane Thumbs up, blue skies, green grass all day Sunny side it... no more fucking hiding No more second fiddle shit, let em' play Biden We don't autopilot, never on cruise control We are mashing pedals in tell them fellas move along Tell 'em make a
little room, tell 'em make a
bigger room Tell 'em its a
starter pistol, let 'em pull the
trigger too Let 'em get their groove back tell 'em it's what Stella did They ain't even listening, they don't know what stellar is They don't know the
cellar shit, they don't know the
basement They don't know where the
Tascam or the
tapes went Tell those fuckers everything, build a
fucking covenant Show 'em how you do it too, let 'em know you love this shit And why you fucking... We put our heart in, to pull the
words out With a
glass in the
hand pull the
nerves out You hear a
pin drop, but your ears close While the
notes keep playing for your heroes Live through circuits Run that routine Find your purpose Tie your shoe strings I
take solace in my looseleaf What's your poison Can it soothe me I
stay drinking
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