Lyrics Tape Deck - Sims

Tape Deck

Put the tape in the tape deck
Yo put the tape in the tape deck
I don’t wanna be apart of your workforce
I don’t wanna be apart of your problem
Welcome to the tired generation of plyered patients
Freedom tossed pennies, the Regan-omical waste kids
But look at me, broken link
Off every socialite’s token bling
Thinkin' I’ma change it (I don’t want your holidays)
My name is: Sims
Freedom fighter right accepting cat’s cradle
Doomtree: That’s the phat label (Yeah)
So hang from your halo
But I spin modern you dockers
Not tryin' to graduate
To a craft-matic adjustable office
Turn your brain waves on and off like water faucets
I’m astonished
Stompin' through the modern process
So I rally round stone throwers
My bones' colder than ice bergs
Titanic havoc breakin'
Shop for Chryslers
Twice burned
For advice learned
Before I met hesitation
Open visitation for a dead generation
So wake the fuck up!
I’m runnin' outta patience
Wake the fuck up!
You’re sleep walkin'
Wake the fuck up!
(Come on man, listen to this shit)
(Wake up)
We were born agitators
________ apathy
Half of me wishes
Outta this smilin' catastrophe
But I got my 9 mm mouth of blasphemy
12 steps to begin a better self
But the ladder collapsed on me
Casually humanity
Become a casualty
Of laughing mastery
And mental masterpiece
But the pieces spit out my mouth
Like faulty orthodontics
Unorthodox phonics
And chronic smoke
Choke on autopilot
I’ll free the palm pilots
Disperse from universities
What’s worse
Meaning isn’t surfacing
Time to face it
How can y’all take the day straight
Without a purpose to chase?
There’s more to life
Than grades, work, and graves
Put the tape in the tape deck
Yo put the tape in the tape deck
(My life, my life, my life’s a fucking mess
Minneapolis)
Next year I might be
25 light beams
Ahead of myself
Be 25 cents richer
Depending on my shelf
Ain’t what it seems
But I got one to be
So save up a fuck
For the agitated seats
Smashing piggy-bank dreams
Saturated breed
Soaked in fat and granite
Rallied on this planet
Next to the blaze
That we didn’t raise (We didn’t start the fire)
We saw the flames and fanned it
Now I’m annexed to vex
Manic panic status
I got next
Anti up your war machine
Mechanics pension checks
They out they right mind (Out the right mind)
I threw a left cause
Just to stop the motive
Duly noted
As I throw my clear thoughts in their gear box
It’s like there’s one typewriter
And a million fuckin' xerox
So save those peer props
About bill gods and get rocked
Cuz' you got steered loss
Put the tape in the tape deck (I crank the mix tape and wait for the break)
Yo put the tape in the tape deck (I crank the mix tape and wait for the break)
I just don’t think you’re good that’s all (I crank the mix tape and wait for
the break)
(Minneapolis)
I crank the mix tape and wait for the break
Just to drown out in the city of lakes
I don’t wanna be apart of your workforce
I don’t wanna be apart of your problem
I don’t wanna be apart of your workforce
So I guess I’ll be that thorn in your side
(I dunno, that master might be…)
(I have to start all over again
It that the damnedest thing?
Loneliness
Did ya know that loneliness will kill you deader than a .357 Magnum?
Did ya know that?)
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