Lyrics Ricochet - Brbrck, MCK

Ricochet

And I bomb the room
And I change the weather
And I feel the pulse
And I see results from these scattershot thoughts that I string together
Better and better, but steady, the weather
Is not so kind to a man who has got it together
He is blind to believe he is better forever
Realizing the rhyming is better than ever
Knock on wood
Please be good
Take my girl out of the hood
Make me rich
Keep me cheap
Buy my kid something to eat
In my memory, got a little tendency for levity in grave situations, see
I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral and cries when my song’s on the
radio playing
And lately my vision’s been filtered through prisms, which I think is symbolism
for indecision
But I can’t tell
And lately my nightmares the type where you wake and they with you,
take it with you
Make you wish you show got cancelled
I tell you there’s no surprise, I look in your eyes and see that you believe in
me
Like a bigot believes in God
Like I was assigned to be a model man
A citizen
A person
I ran into the sinner man and fell into the gin again
Kiss me, I’m beautiful
Busy, and dutiful
My world is new to you
‘Cause I walked a route or two
To find a wall around the world
I wanna curl up in a ball and wake up in the morning
Back up in this office
Muddling practice
Suddenly action
Never know traction ‘cept for my passion
No possessions worth anything
Can I ask my money back man?
(Ricochet)
When it ricochet, there won’t be shit to say
(Ricochet)
Shit to say
(Ricochet)
You pricks afraid?
(Ricochet)
You can look away, ‘til it blow up in ya face
(Ricochet)
In ya face
(Ricochet)
We win this race
I’m not a bad man, I just look bad in leather
But at least I got a band to put back together
You never would’ve ever guessed
That I would ever have to test
The limits of my confidence so often, it’s just constant, like
Just tell me what you want me to do
No, they have to put me through
Three more hoops and an interview
Three more suits in the waiting room
«If you were me and I was you
Tell me why I’d hire you.»
Fuck am I supposed to say?
Bitch, they call me Ricochet
Ladies and gentlemen, settle in while the veteran
Elevate to the heavens and take you places you never been
Filter it through my misery
Package it in my humor and
Digitally distribute it to key target consumers, it’s the
Man with a mission: Immature Edition
Telling everybody they can eat his shit and
Doing what he want to do
Really what he got to do
And he got a thought or two to really change his attitude
‘Cause he knows he’s a winner now
He can’t wait ‘til you find out
Opportunity knocked him down
He got up for another round
So now it’s back to the drawing board, all he really wanted was a name
But I’ll settle being
No one to fuck with
Got a flow but it’s so interrupted
In the zone, but I’m stoned and reluctant
Got a goal that I don’t know what’s up with
All I know: take the status quo, disrupt it
Beat down and pounded
But the rebound is boundless
And the resounding sound that you hear all around us
Is the people that we found that found us coming ‘round on a
Ricochet
(Ricochet)
When it ricochet, there won’t be shit to say
(Ricochet)
Shit to say
(Ricochet)
You pricks afraid?
(Ricochet)
You can look away, ‘til it blow up in ya face
(Ricochet)
In ya face
(Ricochet)
We win this race