P.O.S.

Roddy Piper
Killer pizza, awful people Fucking whores Yeah, church and steeple I've been the one to stop the leak before it floods I've been the one to push the barrel of the gun away My name is Stef, I came depressin' someone else's person My name is P.O.S, I cut these fuckers, I'm a surgeon Ready to fuck 'em up Malpractice, fucker, what? Knackered and peckish, yup Pants off, like pucker up All up in your trench Diggin in your shit While you sittin on a bench I'm steady playin in them linens (yeah) Livin like a mensch Spittin in your shit While you're tryna find an in I'll be makin' new beginnings (yeah) Facts can break your face and make you real That can make these fakers pace and chill Corner bar Johnny jumped up and wrecked me hard Sick of questions Check my face, I'm starin somewhere far Wear my lessons SongtexteCold compresses keep it numb, on guard Frame of reference Keep it pressin, collect all my scars She told me he told her bout me But he was tryna fuck She said he said I'd be out there Just tryna push my luck She was all like, "he was all like 'That dude is not the one to trust'" He was alright, "was it cool I instantly tried to sneak a touch?" You see these empties Please don't tempt me Reached my ending, chill You see I'm bending Why you tryin' to keep me sippin' still? Haters hate, punters just fuckin' punters, huh (yeah) I just came to do two things Fresh outta bubble gum Fuck off birds, I'm tryna sleep Go down sun, I'm tryna sleep Shut up, y'all, I'm tryna sleep I just shut my eyes, tryna sleep There's a lot to believe in Just believe what you need to Last night was something deep I just shut my eyes, tryna sleep Shittin' on you suckers Tuck and rolling with the punches See they wanna copy without thinkin, there's just one of me I'm known to body everything they put in front of me When you think of mine, they think of somewhere you don't wanna be Anything you got I promise one day it'll belong to me I done been 'bout profit Knock knock knock, who the fuck keep knockin' like that? And if it ain't bout money I won't answer, you'll keep knockin like that I can offer the finer things that you've lost and bring back But I rather would find the things that you lost and keep them I don't have to reason That's only half the reason You don't need to know my mistress Victory is my CP When I start creepin for the weekend No one to see me when I'm leavin There's a lot to believe in Just believe what you need to I don't lose sleep for no reason I lose sleep for my people I done had dreams without sleepin When I sleep it seems like it's dreamless There's a lot to believe in Just believe what you need to (Just believe what you need to) Fuck off birds, I'm tryna sleep Go down sun, I'm tryna sleep Shut up, y'all, I'm tryna sleep I just shut my eyes, tryna sleep There's a lot to believe in Just believe what you need to Last night was something deep I just shut my eyes, tryna sleep Shittin on these suckers Tuck and rollin with the punches Hangin out with fellow feeling We havin too much fun (fun fun fun fun) Screamin what the fuck you want While you grabbin on your bourbon (bourbon bourbon bourbon) I'm the deafest motherfucker Tellin you all that I heard it Got the entire ass in my hands Two hands, full squeeze I'm gone go Bloody Mary Screamin bloody murder I just lost my pants (pants pants pants pants) Yeah, I was tryna get some Z's But now I'm like please Just pass some over here I'm feelin just as sad as I had ever felt Funny I can't share the tears Aus Songtexte Mania