Purexed

P.O.S.

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)/