Kidney Thief - P.O.S

Hey Cecil, I’m bringing back the one-take tiger, simple as that

I’ve got money on it this time.

aight

(Real love)

I had a feeling that I haven’t felt before and

That was my reason

As if I even fucking needed one

Never felt like a part of the plot

Been apart from the start

So separate and so dark

Sat at home, sat alone writing poems

You could die, rock or live in my dome

Like «what the fuck is a phone?»

Till it rang and I answered it

Danced, took a chance with it (trust)

You could bang pots and pans with him

It was that toss-up

Rigid and stiff

You forgot you’re living dangerously

Live for any bliss

Cause you trust one, trust two, trust three four

And you must lose, bruise, cruise, bust free doors

Cause it ends, say goodbye

Make amends, maybe cry

Never that — I keep em guessing where the fuck I’m at

Cause he called me Coltrane (?)

Just shaking the old chain

Wanted to beat his ass to fucking death with an old chain

I live in the same frame, my brain is on strike

Could give a shit about warm milk;

I’m looking to stay

But I can’t, cause they lead even me to believe that I’d bounce ‘fore they dip

Skip town, come and see me now

You should see me now, a machine

I’m like ten feet tall, and one breath make em all fall down

I’m a monster, I’m a beast

I’ma poison the author of Wild in the Streets

I’m a riot underneath, but… I got thick skin

You only hear the chaos when I open my teeth

I get manic

A pacifist masochist smashing this capitalist wack

Spreading fast like a cancerous crash

It’s gigantic

I won’t have a hand it in, no!

(Keep a muhfuckin hole in my shoesole)

You can quote that

There’s people with broke backs

And whodats paying like 20 bucks for a mesh hat

Look around, then look back with a thinly veiled hate

You’d think it’d be lighter with all of us lifting the world’s weight (uh-huh)

But it ain’t

Never felt like a part of the plot

Been apart from the start

Cause I’m not one of them

Ambiguous, anonymous, invisible, posthumous, no

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

I find the ones with the heartbeats

And I strike back with rhythm

So come find me now

I’ll be the one to distrust and discuss

Waiting to leave you reeling

And there’s more just like me

I’m not the voice

Just one with broken shoulders

And dare I say that I’m the meanest one

Let me in, sum the actual fact

Pull me out, won’t look back

I won’t sleep

I stay up past goodbyes and stay-ups

I got guts like a butcher

All hung up, no hang-ups

I’m the pusher, pushing fast

If you listen, sing it back

I’m like Jimmy Eat World when the world bit back

And that’s it

Dead once (?), so I’ll do it again

Cause these kids front stage (huh) they call themselves friends

Sick of the same faces

Them lames and brass smokes

Sometimes wanna get drunk and wake up in strange places

Remain faceless, fucking hate cases

So many so cracked, so many crooked could use braces

But I stay patient like I’m tied to a chair

And the doctor’s in the waiting room pulling my hair

Like come help me come in from the signature I’m fearing

I dot I’s, cross T’s and I’m thoroughly scared

And I panic

I panic

I panic

I panic

I calm down

(and I remember the song just goes)

Cause I’m not one of them

Ambiguous, anonymous, invisible, posthumous, no

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

I find the ones with the heartbeats

And I strike back with rhythm

So come find me now

I’ll be the one to distrust and discuss

Waiting to leave you reeling

And there’s more just like me

I’m not the force-fed (?)

Just one with broken shoulders

This one’s for, uh…

Baxter

Ten Grand

And Matt Davis

(Real love)