Graves (We Wrote The Book)

The desparation stay-the-same

Grip tight on the riegns

Smoke lights by the chain (I try)

You won't find no let up with my remains

Not caught dead settling

No black sweater, slacks

Or shoes with any pennies in

Ephederine shake

A steady hand ready to drive

Steaks through any blood sucker

Sick of the news?

Eat em up

They cover em up

Like head stones in the fall

We don't stop

Keepin it warm keeping it hot

Treading water in a rising tide

Float on

Ride whatever we on

Gone whenever we wonder

We don't ask why

Correct

The best shoes

The worst steps

An tools to work with

Confused and worthless

Peruse the surface

But don't dig deep enough

They they they turning in they grave

We dig em up and re-arrange

Aim Take em out the way they came

Switch em out the frame

(You) gotta find something else to hang

You didn't get mature you got tame

They ain't the same

Thoughts convertable

That's what I'm on

Keep livin in the box

What is that a Scion?

Cool. It's all fools gold if you ask me

What's the goal fool

Dig deep like six feet

Speak, sleep, teach, retreat, whatever

(Just) don't ask me

I'm busy working with the short hand shovel

Who's willing to pound bloody knuckles

Ready

(It goes)Grave shovel let's get to it

We wrote the book on how to remain truant

We wrote the book on moving the blame do it

We wrote the book on keeping the change

Diggin up graves shovel let's get to it

We wrote the book on how to sustain ruin

We wrote the book on how to remain stupid

We wrote the book on checking your aim

Diggin up graves

Come on (shovel)(shuffle) them bones

We wrote the book on cutting the damn clones

We wrote the book on smashin the damn phone

Getting good second alone

Before diggin up graves

Shovel let's get to it

We wrote the book on moving the blame do it

We wrote the book on civil distain do it

We wrote the book on

Now look at the fame

Diggin up

Graves