Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Purexed, artist - P.O.S. Date of issue: 02.02.2009
Song language: English
Purexed |
| I’m trying not to slip, been trying not to lose footing |
| Loose land keeps that pressure on my kicks |
| But when I fall I tend to land like a ton of bricks |
| Stand like a man made of concrete and sediment |
| Like fuck your skin, nobody needs it |
| There’s bones, muscle and blood, what’s realer than fat and tendons? |
| It’s raw, no soft tissue to draw your eyes to it |
| So far flesh ain’t the truest at all, let’s rip into it |
| We all sick of the missed shots |
| Passed over like the last man picked, no team, so pissed off |
| That’s not honesty, that’s just soft curves |
| Got your world flipped, got you making mixtapes for girls |
| And that’s the skin again, let’s blame the skin again |
| Stretching itself so fluidly over these awkward ligaments |
| And I didn’t shave today, I probably won’t tomorrow |
| When it’s safe to say I’m never gonna shed these extra- |
| Yeah, so |
| Fuck it, back to the wall |
| Crush it, laugh at 'em all |
| Hush, let 'em try to find the beauty in your face |
| Yeah, something more than a song |
| Hating? |
| Aw come on |
| Dust, let 'em try to find the beauty in the bass line |
| Aw, but when the words don’t change |
| We don’t sing with what will fade away |
| Yeah, we do our own damn thing |
| We don’t blink at what tomorrow might bring at all |
| Aw, but when the words don’t change |
| We don’t sing with what will fade away |
| Yeah, we do our own damn thing |
| We don’t blink at what tomorrow might bring at all |
| In us we trust, no rush for bucks |
| No sweat, just enough, them words from love |
| No hits, I let the track stand |
| Like how it was written is how it hit me |
| Or road cycle kids with the grip to skid fixies |
| A rogue wild kid with a stroll that let it roll like whatever |
| Huh… they kick that gingivitis, them rappers got the 'itis |
| Catch me bumping Isis in a crisis |
| Instead of watching y’all count and lead sheep at the same time |
| What’s the science of that? |
| I know that (Shh) is sweet, but where the movement is at? |
| We in that coma capital, spotless home team |
| With hands steadily purexed but never quite clean |
| Bloody as hell, rarely will I care for that… |
| I don’t know man… me and Joe like real shit |
| Fuck it, back to the wall |
| Crush it, laugh at 'em all |
| Hush, let 'em try to find the beauty in your face |
| Yeah, something more than a song |
| Hating? |
| Aw come on |
| Dust, let 'em try to find the beauty in the bass line |
| Aw, but when the words don’t change |
| We don’t sing with what will fade away |
| Yeah, we do our own damn thing |
| We don’t blink at what tomorrow might bring at all |
| Fuck it, back to the wall |
| Crush it, laugh at 'em all |
| Hush, let 'em try to find the beauty in your face |
| Yeah, something more than a song |
| Hating? |
| Aw come on |
| Dust, let 'em try to find the beauty in the bass line |
| Aw, but when the words don’t change |
| We don’t sing with what will fade away |
| Yeah, we do our own damn thing |
| We don’t blink at what tomorrow might bring at all |
| At all. |
| Ta-dah! |
| Dah! |