paroles de chanson Mattress Seams - P-Tree

Pushing back the date
I have to drop the date
I'll wait until I'm ready
Well I'm never ready
Maybe February
Holds my album release
Secretly I know the time
And no one mimes my mind
One of a kind kid
Find this
Sweep it under rugs and shrug
The drugs up in my system
Piss 'em out into a cup
And hand it to judge
Oh fudge
I guess I'm going in this bitch
For five for six years
Jury of my peers
Convinced
That my conviction
Was correct decision
My erection begs opposing questions
Phallic opposition
Catholic politicians
Act like I'm a goblin
I've been tripping off the lucy tabs
Since juicy blasted in my Buick classic
Bastards act like you've been asking
To remove my proof of tactic
Anticlimactic assassins
Seems so attracted
To practically anything that
They can grasp
I have the strap in the back you see
Acting rapidly
Thought that you could blast
Facts were backwards patently
Mad cadavers stacked
Like racks in mattress seams

We getting high trip the rav
And drooling in class
Ain't no books in my bag
Just a pen plenty grass
A couple xans and they cracked
Crushed up to melt my brain
In cellophane
From my cigarette package
Baggage fog up the days
In which I need to be active
Just lend me some slack
Trapped in my thoughts and can't grasp them
The loop and loop never deterred
No distractions
Actions speak louder than words
That's what I learned in my passing
White walls are good for staring when
You can imagine
Anything could happen
Open minds lead to perspective changes
Light bulbs flicker now that
You've been absent
Lumps in my mattress
From fucking you good
And beating it on average
Two times a day at least
You cum bucket I bagged it
Ain't no need for some sadness
When I'm still walking
And laughing
Tracking the progress
I practice my passion
Passively passing out bags
Of some grass ain't no lacking
Plaque on my teeth
Brushing needed
Two times a day at least
If not then you nasty
Like this song
We really on this shit
Flossing are average shit
You couldn't match the kid
If you packing shit
You're rhyming is bad
And it's sad I attract
Immaculate actors
Let em corner me
Tryna subtract from my story
They cap in they raps
I rank them some bastards pretenders
Let 'em fend for
Themselves if they making a racket
Damn we some gods y'all are fodder
Got 1's and 0's for problems
I'll honor the roster
As long as we a part of it
You're simply a joke in this craft
We packing our bags
And taking off like it's some magic
Ah shit
Y'all really some actors
Not factors
In this game that we've mastered
Go pray to the pastor
You'll need it kid
I've seen some shit
I ain't speaking on that's tragic
Peak through the cracks man
P where we at
Can't the motherfuckers cap man