Sage Francis - Life Is What Distracts You From Death Lyrics
Yo I got this, I got this, it goes like this, unhLife is what distracts you from deathGaspin for breathGrabbin your chestNow look to God and ask him what's left?No answer, now how can I pass the test?I can't figure out the order of this bastard's messI'm feelin disasterousMassive stressIt's futile like you child trying to sell me bags of sessNow put that to restI'm sportin rags when I dressWhile you're mad obsessedWith Tommy Hil, Polo and GuessGot selected best when rap was a braggin contestNow you could of sounded like THISTo sell records act possessedI've blasted the bestFast like the wild west and had intercourse with the bulletholes in the chestHooooes need to get their fat asses dressedMasters of sexMust have been molested ___?___ committed incestViolated mother earth, grabbed her ass and breastsGot father time ticked off the kid's soft I had to fess...upI never ***** with what your raps suggest they make me laugh mos defAs you get gassed by the pressMe? I'm ridin on E, I got no gas leftI had to walk my way home but I forgot the addressOnce I got there I had no accessTo my houseMoms changed the lock 'cause of my bad ass mouthMy bad ass mouth? I ain't one to hold backI know I'm jet white for some reason my balls act bald blackAsk your girl about 'em yo that ***** is so whackShe gave my spirit a disease called the sooooouuuuul clapThe way she does when she smoooookes crackYou don't believe me? look here I got the koooodak momentOpponents are slow to reactLike when I got to gave a pound and you throw dapNow you know thatEvery man is lis
