Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wanted/Wasted, artist - P.O.S. Date of issue: 21.10.2012
Song language: English
Wanted/Wasted |
| It takes what it takes |
| A little vague, but I’ll make it work, thanks |
| That’s Minnesota on the mind |
| I know every lyric of The Decline, and sing it back |
| Been living that, might as well know the soundtrack |
| That blank stare that doesn’t make you care |
| Shit, it’s not designed to make you care |
| They bet you won’t care |
| You don’t |
| So I guess next come |
| We don’t give a fuck like the anthem |
| When giving a fuck is taking a chance |
| Black president, hooray for history! |
| That shit’s still totally pretend |
| I mean, fuck sports |
| Team on my back though |
| Doomtree hoopty, Cadillac flow |
| No kings |
| Only thinking in dreams |
| Only work for impossible things |
| We the best in the word (wait, at what?) |
| Wanted, wasted |
| Who the best in the world? |
| (huh, I don’t know) |
| We the best in the world (at getting sick) |
| Trying to find our places |
| I’m the best in the world |
| At kicking it |
| And working on some future shit |
| I write it down for the little revolutions |
| Peace to Anonymous, good looking out |
| I give it up for who’s seeking the solutions |
| Scheme for the rest of us, what’s cooking now? |
| Straight plans |
| Manage slim chances |
| Damage all standards advance |
| Advantage (ha!) |
| And it’s hot too |
| Who’s the boss, who on top boy, not you |
| Not me, same team |
| Except we don’t expect the same things, I mean |
| All that glitters stay cold |
| Same old story unfold, shit |
| It’s in a black man’s soul to rock that gold, naw |
| It’s in a black man’s soul to take a chain off |
| It’s in a black man’s soul to roll free |
| It seems like a black man’s role is to fold cheap |
| And the white folks laugh |
| But they chasing the same carrot |
| Same debt same trap |
| Same aim same crap |
| Want it, waste it |
| We stray from that path |
| We kicks it in the haunted basements |
| Where we all so ghost |
| No kings |
| Only working on impossible things |
| Don’t worry you’re next! |
| He said one day it’ll all make sense |
| If you sit upon this bench and watch a train go by in a blink |
| Think of them inside, and what their time is like |
| And how ours stretches while theirs just shrinks |
| Everything plus the kitchen sink |
| Melt it down, we don’t need those things |
| You don’t own that home, you just holding a place |
| You keep a seat warm for your old friends at the banks (thanks!) |
| Are we for real still sweating shampoo on planes |
| When I done flown 100 times with a knife on my chain? |
| Probably shouldn’t say, please ix-nay |
| In case my laptop’s tapped by TSA |
| Believe that babe, you ain’t keep the heat at bay |
| Keep sweating al-Qaeda, I’m scared of the banks |
| Keep stacking them chips, I’m piling grains |
| It ain’t if, it’s when, cause we the best of this thing |