Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Creative Differences, artist - NIGHTWALKER
Date of issue: 06.06.2011
Song language: English
Creative Differences |
I’ll still punch you in the face on some meet me in the park shit |
I don’t trust a woman or a man, dark or partless ←-(?) |
Recycled garbage on the radio that has no soul |
Makes me question American people as a whole |
So tell me what you watch and listen to |
I’ll tell you why you’re broke, overweight, dumb and have no principals |
Call me cynical, but why should I trust a soul |
When I ain’t never seen a soul, I will not be controlled |
That’s why I ended a three and a half year long relationship |
Some people need to be loved, I fucking hated it |
Listening to her complain, like I gave a shit |
'You need to get a better job', bitch you babysit |
That shit made me sick, so I cured myself |
It’s not selfish, it’s self preservation, I insured my health |
And if you don’t like me cursing, you can suck my dick |
I’m a rebel, when they say jump, I sit |
«Hi honey.» |
«What's for supper?» |
«Guess.» |
«Uh c’mon.» |
Yeah right, I ain’t fucking with the married life |
So I can come home from work to my fat angry wife |
The fact is I can’t stand work and hate kids |
I love my folks but I don’t want to end up like they did |
Over 50 working shitty jobs they both hate |
My father drives a piece of shit car with no brakes |
The American dream sounds like a nightmare |
All is fair in love and war, but I don’t fight fair |
The white hairs on my head are signs of stress |
'Cause I’ve been searching for an exit and I can’t find it yet |
The walls are closing in on me and I’m getting close the 30 |
So hearing stories about your stupid kids don’t concern me |
These girls used to talk about me like 'oh I love him' |
Now they’re posing for Facebook pics with their cross eyed husbands |
And ugly kids being raised by fucking morons |
I got more meaning in a tattoo across my forearm |
«He was wondering what yous was gonna talk about.» |
«That's right, we’re all alike.» |
«What'd you mean by that?» |
No were not all alike, we’re pretty far from it |
I’m only aiming at the sky to watch a star plummet |
I tossed your favorite cds in trash receptacles |
And view your idles as busted bitches and homosexuals |
You’re all a bunch of vegetables and fruits to me |
And I’m talking about you if you’re offended by my scrutiny |
I’m what Caster ←-(?) used to be when Jay was here |
And you mothafuckas are Batista to make it clear |
The 26th of July movement, it happened again |
And it will happen if they make raising taxes a trend |
I don’t have to pretend to be something I’m not |
I’m a savage animal that drinks and fucks with the cops |
But what have you accomplished, and where’s your acalaids |
At least I can say I opened up for Wu Tang in my rapping days |
Second stage at Rock the Bells without a manager |
Or a record deal, just respect for the vernacular |
«Are you serious. |
You’re really serious. |
Haha, for Christ sake kid, |
what are you drinking? |
Give this guy a drink.» |