《Bush League Pysch-Out Stuff》歌词

[00:00:00] Auditon?

[00:00:00] Yeah I got this...

[00:00:01] Yeah I was at your show

[00:00:02] Yeah... No I mean no I didn't like it

[00:00:05] No I'm just saying I was there

[00:00:08] And a... Doomtree!

[00:00:09] You suck ha ha ha...

[00:00:10] Alright... Cecil Otter, P.O.S., Sims

[00:00:17] Dessa, whatever the f**k she calls herself

[00:00:20] Paper Tiger, Swedish name for a Japanese punk band

[00:00:28] Joe Mavin, you look like Alanis Morissette

[00:00:34] Sometimes I feel like a bastard surrounded by fathers

[00:00:37] Fasioning themselves to resemble action figures

[00:00:39] Passing opinions across the pasture like we asked you

[00:00:42] Like we have to have your last pieces gathered,

[00:00:44] Like it even matters

[00:00:45] Like we're trying to climb this ladder a little bit faster

[00:00:48] Like I'd rather let the captain lead us into disaster (crash)

[00:00:52] Like the bladder never adapted to laughter

[00:00:54] Like I won't be the first rapper

[00:00:56] Thats sent to your plaster casters

[00:00:58] And after the new dawn is gone

[00:01:00] My name is Sean, out on a lawn

[00:01:02] Put my songs in these coupons

[00:01:04] I lost my soul and watched it drip down her futon

[00:01:07] I lost my gardens

[00:01:08] Out of a bush that sprouts snook bombs

[00:01:10] Now I'm looking for a word that don't exist

[00:01:12] To help disrout this selfish pride that I hide inside this fist

[00:01:15] We've arrived to loosen up this noose that keeps us lifted

[00:01:18] And rip these stictches while I introduce this piece of...

[00:01:21] Yeah stand back (stand back)

[00:01:22] Let me be the target, let your bullett hit,

[00:01:24] I'll handle that

[00:01:25] Let me see you flex aggressive ignorance,

[00:01:27] See half these cats

[00:01:28] Stagger like the simple common sense

[00:01:30] To put one foot before the other

[00:01:32] Hop, trip, slip

[00:01:33] Slid into home base base like you planned rehearse

[00:01:35] Some kind of celebration dance,

[00:01:37] You got tagged at first

[00:01:38] And kept running

[00:01:40] Jumping the gun for what you got coming

[00:01:41] Homie no handout's til' the pitcher hits you

[00:01:43] Your acting like your stitches rippin'

[00:01:45] I got nothing but what my crew and open folks are bumpin'

[00:01:48] Trustin' their trust and feeling bastard for trusting their trust

[00:01:51] So f**k it,

[00:01:52] Everything else gets tugged under rugs

[00:01:53] Til' I get something like a crowd of cats mumbling my words

[00:01:56] Show me some heart, let me tug

[00:01:58] (Give me a pound or a hug)

[00:02:00] Hear the sound like a drug homie

[00:02:01] Just free-based beats, life's cheap

[00:02:03] If you live it right, right?

[00:02:04] If the words are tight, might

[00:02:06] Bright the head in the dark, kill the night ride

[00:02:09] Stand back, no piggy backing with the mad mats

[00:02:11] A mini apple road warrior give me that hand clap

[00:02:15] From the hash back to amtrack to aircraft

[00:02:17] Ransacked every city that the kids be at,

[00:02:20] The furgomack

[00:02:21] Jumping hurdles that you carried in your back pack

[00:02:24] The love curdles at the match books last act

[00:02:27] Licking the stamps back just for physical flashbacks

[00:02:29] The times of writing rhymes to get my cats and my plants back

[00:02:33] They tell me I deserve to be happy,

[00:02:35] Now doesn't seem valid

[00:02:37] 'Til we get rid of half of

[00:02:39] How many are doing nothing but sucking on flavours?

[00:02:41] I'm try'na edit the credits while their critiquing the trailers

[00:02:45] So I'mma rant like theres something to say

[00:02:47] Making up my own dance I'mma do it this way

[00:02:50] (watch me)

[00:02:50] And I'mma try and take it all around the world

[00:02:53] (While I'm out on tour keep your hand off my girl!)

[00:02:56] Sometimes I feel like the bastard son

[00:02:57] Oh where the f**ks my father

[00:02:59] Like a shattered shoulder

[00:03:00] Like the chick got smashed off my class

[00:03:02] At the door with my shoes and my coat

[00:03:04] So now I'm here again,

[00:03:06] I brought the clown,

[00:03:06] We came to rock the boat

[00:03:07] I hold you down, you set them up

[00:03:09] I'll set the bar and drive around

[00:03:10] We'll let your style do the knocking,

[00:03:12] Here's a pen go to town

[00:03:14] Paint it with big broad strokes,

[00:03:15] I'll study your path

[00:03:16] And hope your pride can take a joke

[00:03:18] When I say its dope with earcoats and laugh

[00:03:21] Man I'm pleased to shit the ass

[00:03:23] How can I add you up,

[00:03:24] Devide your crew and still be horrible at math?

[00:03:26] Now answer that and stay fasionable (just try it)

[00:03:28] Go bash the bricks and stomp them ?

[00:03:30] Kid the princess still ain't at this castle

[00:03:32] Mr Of Course,

[00:03:32] The youngster hoarse from screaming on him

[00:03:34] But shit,

[00:03:35] I toss the lozange quick and drop my fullbacks

[00:03:37] On him

[00:03:37] Turning teens into fiends from the beats to the bear hugs

[00:03:41] I got the stuff to get some buying up the ear plugs

[00:03:44] (Close up your ears... Close up your whole face...

[00:03:51] This will melt your brain... Oozing)

[00:03:56] Bush League Pysch-Out Stuff - P.O.S