Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Can't Come, artist - P.O.S. Date of issue: 21.10.2012
Song language: English
They Can't Come |
| Let 'em look, let 'em look |
| Hey I’m a flash in a class of my own |
| A disaster with thoughts overblown |
| I massacre average crap |
| With a head so advanced |
| I was kicked out of school, never warned |
| Picked out, red flagged as a dirt bag |
| Sick fuck, punk with a rat in his book bag |
| Pig pen with a head full of deal with it |
| Mouth full of fuck that, no concealing it |
| In the burbs where the words don’t sting |
| Cause the birds and the boss and cops don’t think |
| You could tell who the fink, who the joke, who the link |
| Who’s that? |
| and who thinking you a criminal |
| Simply cause your black cause they lack the respect from the get |
| So you act like a maniac |
| Laugh at the way they act |
| Passion is aimed at another map |
| Outta here fast |
| Match to the gas |
| No looks back |
| They sleep on us |
| Don’t wake 'em up |
| We sneakin' out |
| They sleep on us |
| Don’t look back |
| We sneakin' out |
| They sleep on us |
| Don’t wake 'em up |
| We sneakin' out |
| Can’t find it |
| Can’t find us anywhere |
| Listen |
| Friends in the headphones |
| Fam in the headphones |
| Manage the rest let it bump |
| See the culture is dead wrong |
| Angular headstrong |
| All the way past y’all run |
| Dash with the can for the rush |
| What’s the point of a city you can’t crush |
| What’s the point of a living you don’t trust |
| And shit was brought up and sold before we touched |
| So it’s easily up hill |
| Till it seize I’m a be be underneath livin' greasily |
| Squeak wheel |
| Sweet deal, stealing to eat’s real |
| Got that villin' skin ain’t lookin' for cheap thrills |
| On past an I’m |
| Out lastin' 'em I mean to clash with they whole set of standards |
| Looking to smash status I’m outlandish all madness |
| Traveling frantic for answers let’s go |
| I read the future in my palms then washed my hands |
| I don’t do what it takes anymore I demand |
| Paid for the blade boosted the faith |
| Used to escape on a skateboard slipped off the grip tape |
| Scuffed up skin, gore |
| Saw there was more underneath and that dream for a dollar was so bored |
| You gotta read the scenes |
| Watch the grass in a pasture that’s breeding greed |
| They showed their scales, I learned them notes, I played 'em fast |
| Then I was sold down downstream but that didn’t feel cold |
| No, that was never my team |
| There’s no code to break no need to wait |
| Relay, relate it all culminates in a hush |