Purexed

Im trying not to slip/ been trying not to lose footing/

Loose land keeps the pressure on my kicks/

and when I fall I tend to land like a ton of bricks/

stand like a man made of concrete and sediment like/ f

uck your skin nobody needs it theres/ Bones and muscles and blood/

Whats realer than fat and tendons?/

Its raw no soft tissue to draw your eyes to it so far flesh aint the truest at all lets rip into it/

Were all sick of them missed shots/

passed over like the last man picked no team so pissed off/

and/ thats not honesty/

thats just soft curves got your world flipped/

got you makin mixtapes for girls/

and thats the skin again/

lets blame the skin again/ stretching itself so fluidly over these awkward/ ligaments/

and I didnt shave today/

I prolly wont tomorrow and its safe to say Im never gonna shed this extra (yeah)/

So fuck it back to the wall/

crush it/ laugh at em all/

hush/ let em try to find the beauty in your face/

something more than a song/

they hatin? Aw come on/

dust/ let em try to find the beauty in the bassline/

aw but then them words dont change/

we wont sing with what will fade away/

yeah we do our own damn thing/

we dont blink at what tomorrow might bring (at all)/

Aw but then them words they dont change/

we wont sing with what will fade away/

yeah we do our own damn thing/

we dont blink at what tomorrow might bring (at all)/

Of how tomorrow might sting/ at all/

in us we trust/ no rush for bucks/

no sweat just enough/ them words from love/ no hits/

I let the track stand/ like how it was written is how it hit me/

or road cycle kids with the grip to skid a fixies/

a rouge wild kid with a stroll that let it roll/ like whatever/

they kick that gingivitis/ them rappers got the itis/

catch me bumpin Isis in a crisis/

instead of watchin yall count and lead sheep at the same time/

whats the science of that?/

I know the ( ) is sweet/ but where the movement at?

We in that coma capital/ spotless home team/

with hands steadily purelled/ germ-exed/

but never quite clean/ bloody as hell rarely will I ever care (for that)/

(2x):

So fuck it back to the wall/

crush it/ laugh at em all/

hush/ let em try to find the beauty in your face/

something more than a song/

they hatin? Aw come on/

dust/ let em try to find the beauty in the bassline/

aw but then them words they dont change/

we wont sing with what will fade away/

yeah we do our own damn thing/

we dont blink at what tomorrow might bring (at all)/