I've had the misfortune to writing this song before
[Verse 1]
I wouldn't trade nothing from a day like this one
The top is on the tip just begging the get spun
Now I’ve waited forever for right now
The what went why winning how will they come down
What does it all mean means everything you taking for granted would like to be replanted in a larger pot
Had a conversation with mother nature about my relation
She says fuck em because they get sparkеd a lot
Collapse relax max in the snow
Didn't feel it stuck tacks on my toеs
Now my shoes don't fit for shit
Plus my turntables cheap by can’t switch the pitch

[Chorus] (2x)
It's not as if i'm looking all the answers
I just want the song to sound like it's supposed to
If i could get this with them to keep it past
I wouldn't be so determined to leave this place

[Verse 2]
Some of these women say i scream the words to my songs in my dreams
But i wasn't sleeping for long is it seemed
Until my wrongs are redeemed i'm a write
My fingers are yellow from the cigarettes and sore from holding the pen tight
Handlin just fine but nothing to compare it to
No need to run cause its probably just as scared as you
Know more trying to justify the choices
Praise the lord that she wasn't important voiceless
I’d like to thank all the supporters
And all the bridges over all the troubled waters
All the mothers that gave birth to control freak daughters
And the kamikaze sheep that walk straight into the slaughters
I ain’t mad at you
Nah i'm glad that you had the chance to gather a reason to climb that ladder
Best believe my shell toes match my halo
Life would be twice as nice if i had a good turntable
[Chorus] 2x

[Verse 3]
Hit it with the hammer
Pound it with your fist
Beat your face against until you lose your consciousness
It ain't going no where it holds the ground
So watching the road to see what type of head is poking out
And when the cops come around what i know becomes less
Check the lost and found sneak a peek up a dress
Leave a healthy tip but put the ashtray in my pocket
Because i ain’t never even seen the inside of the cockpit
Seldom can people put a target on it
Otherwise they'd be less more at war as an artist
The hardest working stiff with no business
Just won an overwhelming hand of goldfish
Now I promise these people are making me lose my mind
I want to die in my bedroom and never be found
Wearing nothing but my headphones and cigarette
Watching my cheap turn table go round and round

[Chorus] 2x
Pitch control don’t and the needles are dirty (5x)