sage's second verse on this. whoa.
i want to write songs this good.
Let Em Come REDUX (Scroobius Pip, Sage Francis, Metermaids, Cecil Otter) by Strange Famous Records
it's suspect, suss this out
set off my spider sense and i fumigate the house
remember that spot, your old haunt
where you caught wonderlust when your lust wandered and you got caught
i fought for your honor and i lost
my friends said i bet on the wrong horse
i got a gambling habit that i just can't quit
your therapist wants to help you understand
what a guy. what a lie. what am i? chopped liver?
serve me up raw at your pot-luck dinner
watch your physical size materialize
a lost soul with no spiritual guide
you got a home with an energy that i don't trust
enter the living room and light bulbs bust
white bulb dust from the banister, i'm an amateur
ghost buster holding an empty canister
i managed my way through your labyrinth
discovered a dungeon full of captives
your tongue is a cactus, could dry mouth a desert
breathing in all that hot air made my chest hurt
desperate flirt, your words are tumbleweeds
you network with grave robbers, my plot's under siege
but it's been so long since i've seen the saw
and i'ma greet it with the warmest of welcomes
posted by adam @ 4:55 PM
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