Purexed - P.O.S

I’m trying not to slip, been trying not to lose footing

Loose land keeps that pressure on my kicks

But when I fall I tend to land like a ton of bricks

Stand like a man made of concrete and sediment

Like fuck your skin, nobody needs it

There’s bones, muscle and blood, what’s realer than fat and tendons?

It’s raw, no soft tissue to draw your eyes to it

So far flesh ain’t the truest at all, let’s rip into it

We all sick of the missed shots

Passed over like the last man picked, no team, so pissed off

That’s not honesty, that’s just soft curves

Got your world flipped, got you making mixtapes for girls

And that’s the skin again, let’s blame the skin again

Stretching itself so fluidly over these awkward ligaments

And I didn’t shave today, I probably won’t tomorrow

When it’s safe to say I’m never gonna shed these extra-

Yeah, so

Fuck it, back to the wall

Crush it, laugh at 'em all

Hush, let 'em try to find the beauty in your face

Yeah, something more than a song

Hating?

Aw come on

Dust, let 'em try to find the beauty in the bass line

Aw, but when the words don’t change

We don’t sing with what will fade away

Yeah, we do our own damn thing

We don’t blink at what tomorrow might bring at all

Aw, but when the words don’t change

We don’t sing with what will fade away

Yeah, we do our own damn thing

We don’t blink at what tomorrow might bring at all

In us we trust, no rush for bucks

No sweat, just enough, them words from love

No hits, I let the track stand

Like how it was written is how it hit me

Or road cycle kids with the grip to skid fixies

A rogue wild kid with a stroll that let it roll like whatever

Huh… they kick that gingivitis, them rappers got the 'itis

Catch me bumping Isis in a crisis

Instead of watching y’all count and lead sheep at the same time

What’s the science of that?

I know that (Shh) is sweet, but where the movement is at?

We in that coma capital, spotless home team

With hands steadily purexed but never quite clean

Bloody as hell, rarely will I care for that…

I don’t know man… me and Joe like real shit

Fuck it, back to the wall

Crush it, laugh at 'em all

Hush, let 'em try to find the beauty in your face

Yeah, something more than a song

Hating?

Aw come on

Dust, let 'em try to find the beauty in the bass line

Aw, but when the words don’t change

We don’t sing with what will fade away

Yeah, we do our own damn thing

We don’t blink at what tomorrow might bring at all

Fuck it, back to the wall

Crush it, laugh at 'em all

Hush, let 'em try to find the beauty in your face

Yeah, something more than a song

Hating?

Aw come on

Dust, let 'em try to find the beauty in the bass line

Aw, but when the words don’t change

We don’t sing with what will fade away

Yeah, we do our own damn thing

We don’t blink at what tomorrow might bring at all

At all.

Ta-dah!

Dah!