Cal Scruby - Pause Lyrics
V1I wrote this when I was speeding, I think I mean itI was drinking with my demons, started signing agreementsAnd every morning now, I’m forced to say the Pledge of AllegianceTo a nation that’s under satan, hoping God can redeem usAll I really need is Freedom of Speech and a pad and pencilPreferably mechanical, #2, with a stencilI write until the verses are perfect, it isn’t workingI listened to the radio, I guess the words are worthlessIt sound like they conversing in cursive, they got meYelling curse words when church is in service, I’m trynaBlow up like a middle-eastern insurgentGive me some virgins; if not, I’ma need a bottle of JergensHOOKMan I feel you – pauseRound of applauseFor those staying down for the causeBreak bread with the same mother*****ers down to break lawsBreak it down, roll it up in RawsHey, let me hit that – pauseRound of applauseFor those staying down for the causeBreak bread with the same mother*****ers down to break lawsBreak it down, roll it up in RawsV2I wrote this when I was sober, you think I’m jokingI’m used to blacking out and just blocking out my emotionsA little smoking fixes everything that’s brokenIf you’re feeling all your feelings, take a dose of the potionAbracadabra, now shit don’t even matterYou don’t got the grey matter that can handle my dataHad to break it down for you like it’s all mathematicsThey know how to lose money, just don’t know how to add itApplause and laughter for the small-in-statureFast-talking, honest rapper who’s an awkward dapperEvery time I try to dance, I’m getting called a crackerEven my girl wish I was tall and blackerHOOKV3I wrote this when I was drunk and high at the same timeIf I needed, couldn’t even walk a straight lineI can’t lie, it’s something I can’t hideI’m drunk and I can’t drive this truck and it ain’t mineI ain’t signed, I mean I could if I wanted toThey see your Twitter followers and tell you they loving youPut one or two offers on the table in front of youThen they cut the budget down when they discover another youOnly more commercial, not as controversial with the versesA younger, dumber group of fans with credit cards to purchaseThat’s how they always get you, man; they pitch the perfect pictureThen it finally hits you, this about the richest getting richerHOOK
