Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pushing Buttons, artist - Eyedea & Abilities. Date of issue: 03.11.2015
Song language: English
Pushing Buttons |
| Speaking of out there |
| SPEAKING of out there |
| Where’s he from? |
| He’s from some other planet, I heard |
| He traveled… |
| I think that’s a myth |
| I heard about that kid |
| That one from St. Paul |
| No… heh… no He ain’t from St. Paul |
| Well, he says he’s from St. Paul |
| But no, I think you’re right |
| Yeah, he says he’s from St. Paul |
| Cause it’s, it’s more marketable when you talk about you’re from Earth |
| But check it out |
| It goes a little something like this… |
| He dug deep in his system to find nutrition for others |
| Lost sleep, tossed and turned, only to learn love is expensive |
| Talk was cheap, till my thoughts grew feet |
| Now I take them on walks with me But don’t let them off the leash |
| Cause they might cross the street and get hit |
| Listen a second, I pretended to need a friendship |
| With many forms of energy till everyone repented |
| Now I’m end this with a sentence (?) and a sentence become a way of life |
| To stay the night with my notebook, then wake up the next day to write |
| Again, and again, and again and again and again and again |
| Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger skin |
| Lingering in the depths of this pool of resendential |
| Fighting a million and ten inner battles that’ll sprain my neck into dudes (?) |
| Bobbing my head to keep cool, true, stays on the down low |
| Meaning proof for the bleeding, is it useful in the council |
| Meaning it cheaper what you believe to be the dopest at the moment |
| Yeah, he’s exceeding the quotient and feeding me tokens |
| But the machine must be broken |
| Cause he’d rather give him a uppercut than give him a hook |
| So he steady throwin jabs just to get him to look |
| Man, every thought he ever had quietly sits in his book |
| For anyone that’s afraid to jump, let me give him a push |
| Rather give him a uppercut than give him a hook |
| So I’m steady throwin jabs just to get him to look |
| Every thought I ever had quietly sits in his book |
| For anyone that’s afraid to jump, let me give him a push |
| From the north side to the southside, to the wild side to the pesticide |
| To the genocide to the homicide, you decide to set aside |
| Well, pick a side, any side, are you along just for the ride? |
| Oh me oh me oh my, I wish you would just die |
| Cause kid, you’re the reason for my sore throat |
| PETTY MORTAL (?), the war won’t stop till you hop in a porthole |
| And sort those problems out, child, it ain’t all about your style |
| Cause you could break your back to state the facts and make them smile |
| While the pain in my religion, paintin by the pigeons |
| Strainin while you’re listenin to this brain on tire ribbons |
| Givin a splittin headache with energetic delivery |
| Livin as a poetic shredded by the edge of misery |
| Vividly describin the pain inside of this entity |
| Physically and mentally, we all pretend to need sympathy |
| Interesting enough, you say you don’t give a But there’s much I grew to like through this mic that I clutch |
| So keep your hands down, and put your attention span up Understand now, man, sound is a dimension you can’t touch |
| Plants crush, when the vocals of that local named Eyedea hit your ear |
| So c’mon, get your chair and stand up Because I’d rather give him a uppercut than give him a hook |
| So I’m steady throwin jabs just to get him to look |
| Every thought I ever had quietly sits in his book |
| For anyone that’s afraid to jump, let me give him a push |
| Rather give him a uppercut than give him a hook |
| So I’m steady throwin jabs just to get him to look |
| Every thought I ever had quietly sits in his book |
| For anyone that’s afraid to jump, let me give you a push |
| BURY MY MIND (?) with a friendship bracelet and a tin can |
| Get your business down and dig me up outta the ground when you get rich, man |
| I’ll take a round of applause, but won’t take no kids hand |
| Cause the challenge tonight is to balance my bike without a kickstand |
| Now a spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down |
| In a room full of, well my head isn’t in town |
| I consume what you, shoulda, and assume that the lookers |
| See the moon and the fact they pushing you to do more than push a broom to Cushion |
| Tune rolls to your head, and enables you to see |
| There really is more to life than bustin and smokin |
| But we proceed to say it ain’t fair until we got gray hair |
| But next time I ask you to think, please don’t give me a blank stare |
| Yo, cause I’d rather give him a uppercut than give him a hook |
| So I’m steady throwin jabs just to get him to look |
| Every thought I ever had quietly sits in his book |
| For anyone that’s afraid to jump, let me give you a… |
| Give you a, push it up now, push it up Push it up now! |
| Push it up Lemme see them hands, people (Push em up now!) |
| (overlapping Eyedea) |
| Push it up now! |
| Push it up now! |
| Push it up, push it up now! |
| What planet is he from? |
| What planet is he from? |
| He goes, he goes, one, two |
| Up in silicone and ice cream maintain glish mill (?!) |
| (some jibberish) …better play with my wood, E-Y-E |
| D-E-A, bombard bitchy wits of par-tea bags, diplomatic to the hip |
| Hop around, hip hop around, said hip hop around now, now, now |
| Just grab your partnee and dozie-dough |
| And just listen to the RC kids can flow, whoa, whoa, whoa |