Lyrics Machines - Oncue, The Kickdrums

Machines

I moved out my mamma’s crib
So I could let my honor live
My genius, you don’t got to ponder it
It’s a no brainer, can’t afford car payments
Until we hit the lottery
I’m a moderate Kurt Vonnegut, who pops a lot of shit
Reads Economist and speaks ebonics, bitch
And my friends think I’m out of it
But see I’m proud of it, my judgement, I’m clouding it
By default, we default
Never learned nothing so I guess that it’s me fault
Pointing out the only thing the haters say is peace talk
Throw the Red Sea in my way and watch me walk
Call me crazy and deranged, rap game, Julian Assange
Trying to make some change, pull money out my ass
Same thing on my brain, rather hang myself wake up tonight, than be your slave
And you wonder why we act wild and act out
Party in a packed house
We don’t want to go home to cracked out and blacked out
We want to act proud, don’t want to tap out, that’s all
Seen too many on the fast fall
Why you think I fucking rap my ass off?
We come alive when that moon turns bright
I could die tonight but not the words I write, yeah
And ain’t nobody reading the mind so it’s a fine line
We tee’d up on, be ticking time bombs
And trying to find the calm before the storm
If you fighting against the norm
That’s who I’m spitting this for
Losing my mind, it was dead weight anyway
Think it’s about time that I pull my hair away
These thoughts of mine are always doing MMA against each other everyday
Shit