Pressure Cooker

(Where have you been?)

(Where have you been?)

(Where have you been!?)

I've been busy, get-get-get off my nuts

I've been busy, busy, doing stuff

Copper Gone, I had to take my time

To get my life together, put everything in line

Sage Francis, no need for me to tell 'em

I’m from the Epic Beard Men, I'm steady representing'

Strange Famous

And slow and steady wins the race, fuckface

This is a letter to the editor sent in an envelope

Sealed shut by some candle wax

Shipped by an olden only show pony, with a carry sack

The only thing that I overnight express is myself through song

But it takes too long to reach the intended listener

When it gets delivered wrong

Never knew the words to the school bus sing along so I stayed off

While I organized my chaos I was like "Biotch, bring it on"

Pick ‘em up, your stupid self-esteem is low

Put ‘em down if they’re just feeling incredible about themselves

For no good god damn reason though

Never saw the need to boast

They were standing on the shoulders of a giant, so defiant

But his feet are so, Jesus Barely even know if it appears as if I hate your guts

It’s just, both sides of my bed are the wrong one, and I’m always waking up

Plus, I don’t care to defend sides of myself that I don’t like much

I am what I am that’s all that I am, bullshit don’t got that right touch

Let the better half I punch, and push, and scratch it’s way out

Get on all fours put a saddle on your back and let the pain mount

I’m off to the races, gentlemen place your bets

Running in circles, turning their heads, eventually you could break their necks

The bookie collects, don’t play the victim when it happens

Lower the stakes before you try to burn the witches at ‘em

It’s the business of a Madam when the brothel has a profit loss

The best of the best survive the cut and the rest get auctioned off

They serve the Molotov, so Mazel Tov

Forefathers of stability in this industry have ridiculously fallen off

Chalk it up to blackboard, fingernail, crescendos

That was my jam when I was ten, but I was deaf though

I didn’t understand that I wasn’t landing a deal at all, it was a death blow

Whistling Dixie through a hell hole then I went pro

Active-Retro even though I paid my dues

Losers hate playing a game that they can’t win so they always change the rules

And I keep up, putting coffee into my tea cup

Try to cut me down when I take a stand? Good luck

‘Cause I got legs like a tree trunk

They say anger is a gift, I’m very gifted

And if ignorance is bliss then I’m a Sado-Masochist

Mastered the passion for the sake of stripping it from all its pleasure

Got a treasure chest collapsing under pressure

Get-get-get off my nuts

I've been busy, busy, doing stuff, Copper Gone

I had to take a minute to get my shit together

Otherwise I was finished, Sage Francis

No need for me to tell 'em, I tried to keep from yellin’

But I'm steady representin' Strange Famous

And slow and steady wins the race, fuckace

I been treating a vacant lot as if it’s a destination spot

Picked a hell of a depression to set up my shop

Master of tragic-comic timing

Mellow drama you understood, a sensei to some

Hyperventilating praying for the end of days to come

By selling survival kits, New Testament bibles to Zionists

And training wheels to professional cyclists, it’s like this

Plucking petals from your frame, She-Loves-Me-Not and goes nowhere

I pump my tires while you pump my brakes, I thought it was no fair

Spent several sessions giving away precious possessions

During an endless recession, turned repentance to oppression

Pressure into a permanent first impression

I’m the last of my kind so I side-step your health inspection

There’s a difference between gambling addiction and making love to Lady Luck

Erectile Dysfunction and being afraid to fuck

The pressure’s always building, I simply can’t wait to erupt

Both sides of my bed are the wrong one and I’m always waking up

(Always waking up, always waking up)

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