Текст песни PhoenixXx - Chris Ash

Get your head out the clouds
And watch your fucking mouth
You can't wear that going out
Take that cig out of your mouth
And dude, like what's up with the ink
It's super messed up how you think
Your songs don't mean a fucking thing
And man just quit it with the flings

You need to be one with god
Your ideas are way too broad
You're acting super odd
You need to lay off the pot
You should've just stayed in college
You need more money in your pocket
Go back to the garden to frolick
Or fuck it, Whatever you call it

Blinding my vision, Dark hypnotism
I never did listen, So now in my prison
I sit and I pray and I beg for forgiveness
With god as my witness I really do mean it
Arise from the ash and become Chris Phoenix
Bleeding, Leaning like the Tower of Pisa
Get baked like a pizza, Bewitched like Sabrina
Avoiding the reaper, Catch stripes like a Zebra

Get your head out the clouds
And watch your fucking mouth
You can't wear that going out
Take that cig out of your mouth
And dude, like what's up with the ink
It's super messed up how you think
Your songs don't mean a fucking thing
And man just quit it with the flings

Sipping on vodka and Sprite
I'll be done with the mic when I say that it's time
For me to be
Inclined to believe
That all the hatred would best be deceased
You're a dog on a leash
Biting the hand that feeds
Falling too far from the apple tree
Nut up or shut up, Your facing the beast
The fiendest of Phoenix, The fire I free
Fuck all the haters, Get served like a feast
Eat your favorite rapper with fava beans
Meat was soft for me
Building coffins B
Awfully sorry that I had to slaughter these
Other emcees like I ought to be
Charged at least fifty times for arson
You should've know to continue with caution
Coming at your throat then force feed a lozenge

Get your head out the clouds
And watch your fucking mouth
You can't wear that going out
Take that cig out of your mouth
And dude, like what's up with the ink
It's super messed up how you think
Your songs don't mean a fucking thing
And man just quit it with the flings

Douchebag, Fuckboi, Pretty boy, Awesome
Honest, Just speaking my mind
We've been over this shit like fifty 'leven times
Damn, She's lucky she's a pretty ass dime
Put it all together, Six to the nine
Sick with the rhymes
And I'm twisted through time
The withering woes of a tried and true mind
But you try to find
Dirt that you can
To make me look like less of a man
Bless it and damn
Begging for bands
I want the power right here in my hands
They used to jeer when I sang
Didn't give a damn bout my name
And now they look at me on the stage
Oh my, The way that things change

Get your head out the clouds
And watch your fucking mouth
You can't wear that going out
Take that cig out of your mouth
And dude, like what's up with the ink
It's super messed up how you think
Your songs don't mean a fucking thing
And man just quit it with the flings