King's Cup Songtext

Up with their hands they just can't seem to get enough
It's beauty and the bullshit
But yours is just explosive

One slip from raising hell
Two slips from a padded cell
Like a satchel in your circus
Taking coins from a wishing well
Always jumping on my case
I got a feeling you gotta change
Always thinking with a purpose
I wish you would just say, "Thanks but i don't
find cover, I'm always like my brother with the love
and the bliss and the bulls and the money."

Bang heads with the King's Cup,
Up with their hands they just can't get enough
It's beauty and the bullshit
But yours is just explosive
Bang heads with the King's Cup
Up with their hands they just can't get enough
It's beauty and the bullshit
But yours is just explosive

I play with fire, my Christ tells me things,
I don't know.
I play your games, throwing daggers to free up space
Just like my taste with the sweetest things, because
I'm living on the edge from whatever i create

Bang heads like them kids playing King's Cup
Throw up their hands they just can't get enough
It's beauty and the bullshit
But yours is just explosive

Bang heads with the King's Cup
Up with their hands they just can't get enough
It's beauty and the bullshit
but yours is just explosive