Lyrics Key Grip (FAX) - Sims

Key Grip (FAX)

(These are the facts, these are the facts
These are the facts, these are the facts)
(These are the facts, it’s like electroshock-shock
These are the facts, come on now, make your body rock)
Another night in the straight away
Got a couple more relationships to complicate
Eyes strained at a world in the rear-view
Pullin' my weight, no brakes near you
Caught in the modern robotic packin' my bags
And I’m out like the modern man (I'm leavin')
Gettin' ready for the long season
I guess I’m in this for all the wrong reasons
From the triple rock to Thailand
Until you take me home
I’m on the bill that after night
One more stitch to close that hole
This is the swagger of a ghost
Might have to light a bag of herb
And a shot of Jagger to see it all backwards
I live life lit to see my match burnt
Distract from the fact
That staggerin' my back hurts
Bad bones and a cold snap
Sand through the glass
But I’ll stand with that (These are the facts, come on)
I gotta shelf of half read books
I’m better at readin' looks
It took a year and a half to make these minutes
For every second of breath in it
There’s a piece of me left in it
Changin' lanes awake at 8: 30
Some way their tame
My legs are less sturdy
I prayed for rain it came and left early
I shoulda stayed but change is just a wave in a drain
I’m young and broke
I’m runnin' old laps
Runnin' same old
Tryin’a close gaps
Waitin' for a thunderclap
In the same clothes trap
Doors and choke words
Arrested in my head
I woke up to get slept on
Shoulda slept in instead
Pleasure and the pain
There ain’t no rest for the dead
I’m at the point of no turnin' around
The fire’s in your eyes
And you’re burnin' me down (These are the facts)
Hang it down, let it die, let it die
Hang it dry, blood comin' out, time is runnin' out
Run it down, let it die, let it die
Hang it dry, blood comin' out, time is runnin' out
I take time, criticize every rap
But in the critics eyes
I’m just sitting ride
Riddin' on the backs
And that’s that
Tighten up the noose
Yeah we’ll see who’s pullin' slack
You pull the wool I pull it back
I’m embarrassin' twisted character
Carried the weight
Back track to owe me
Backpacks and paint
And no one wanted to know me
Now that I’ve rapped all these girls
That walked on past wanna hold me
How fucked up is that?
It’s a mixed up twist of fate
Rotating cast
None of these actors have
Got my back in this play
And it’s a masquerade
And I don’t know if you like me for me
Or for that last track I made (Dude, when’s your next show?)
Maybe neither like Ally Mac
But I got no time for you either
Was lost but found my path
So I strapped on my sneakers
And never looked behind
Metal and drum pedal
The nervous mind settled in rhyme
And a heart turned away
That’s a sign of the time right?
(Or maybe not)
I gotta shelf of half read books
I’m better at readin' looks
It took a year and a half to make these minutes
For every second of breath in it
There’s a piece of me left in it
Changin' lanes awake at 8: 30
Some way their tame
My legs are less sturdy
I prayed for rain it came and left early
I shoulda stayed but change is just a wave in a drain
Run it down, let it die, let it die
Hang it dry, blood comin' out, time is runnin'