Stuck Featuring Slug

[sage francis.]

you act smart, while i act dumb

but i know some that still lay under my thumb

see, we've got issues

we swing our fists for whatever

trying to keep the tempo down to the grissle

they like the small talk, as long as it's about you

they walk that walk, without knowing how to

i watch it all, and pretend that i'm above it

but the truth is, i see her i need it i love it

i'm stuck with random stray hairs, from ex-lovers

entangled in each other's desire to stay here beyond their welcome

sharing the same common problem

blonde and brunette

and i don't fit in with split ends

didn't have to worry about them taking me from my dividends

payed my dues spending time by myself

she was with her friends

mingling with single men

say things like hitting skins to them

thinking it's innocent but then giving me guilty grins

swimming with filthy fins

knocking boots, kicking my shins

shark infested torture treatment get beat by the timbalands

feet is shivering walking on cold rage

roses like unrelationships, too much patience to die of old age

[slug.]

yeah, remeber when you knew all the answers?

well something shook until you thought you had the questions

for all the time and effort you've invested

i find it kind of funny that you haven't learned your lesson

still guessin'

the whisper of the leaf, the rustle of the bitch

when there is no love, nothing makes you rich

so i give a shrug, and the eye muscle twitches

in replace of a hug and a lack of superstitions

[chorus]

stop thinking you don't belong here.

you are where you are 'cause you hardly move.

the music is not gonna' stop

take your eyes of the chair

'cause there's others that are under the same impressions as you

how many seats will the rock bottom accomodate?

one, too, many people who share nothing but views

misery is willing to keep company

with those who don't ever walk a mile in their own shoes

[sage francis.]

so now they swap souls

they got soul, xxxxxx uninspired

they drive low under the fire of sky dives

it got old and now they wanna' go higher

but cops control every single empire with tripods

[slug.]

so video, did kill the radio star

now we're all so cute and drive brand new cars

we make music so you can lose your minds

we do the crimes, so you can do the times

tell me who can get busy like this man

well the truth is

damn near anyone can

so i'ma buy you some implants and a suntan

let's follow the plan and get some fat off the land

fuck this little rapper, treat me like a crook

maybe if you knew me, you wouldn't sing my hook

you'd think i was so ugly, you'd be afraid to look

but maybe if i'm lucky, i'll get a chapter in your book

doing fine thanks for asking

standing as the last man

popping bubbles and aspirin

ready, set, action, remove your dress

so we can make a mess

and hit the world with a little bit of stress

[sage francis.]

let's head talk these winds until they

strengthen for getting footwork

making power moves on ceilings with head spin

it unravels the bloody ground, revealing red sin

we created hierarchy, now there are no kings in heaven

fatty acids added to the asthma medicine

breathing heavy at the gatesm make them have to let us in

like implying we've been trying our hardest

using everyone elses honest way of dying as an armrest

i promise broken over dislocated kneecaps

and it's harmless jokes that provoke freak accidents

laugh at that lapdancer who strips off confidence

i live off of hope, and providence

[slug: communication tactics are all fucked up. don't blame me i had nothing to do with this.]

[slug.]

you play the same damn records everyday

no wonder you never believe you'd never get away

you wear the same pair of jeans you woke up in

keep the music coming, keep the movements sudden

i watched you dance every street of this city

i feel no pity

you layed the carpet

you made the target by yourself, little help

now loosen up the belt and straighten up the apartment

finish that book that you never even started

take a look at that face that hates to look back

set the oven on bake take a pen out the rack

season up your past put it in and cook that

[chorus.]

stop thinking you don't belong here.

you are where you are 'cause you hardly move.

the music is not gonna' stop

take your eyes of the chair

'cause there's others that are under the same impressions as you

how many seats will the rock bottom accomodate?

one, too, many people who share nothing but views

misery is willing to keep company

with those who don't ever walk a mile in their own shoes