sketch the bottom feeder – lick the floor lyrics
yo yo yo yo yo
it’s your boy sketch the bottom feeder. i don’t have a shirt on, i do have socks, and shoes and underwear, and basketball shorts on but no shirt. the only thing i’m missing is a shirt. not a hat either. i do have headphones on, too. and contact lenses as well
ayo
i’d say i’m feelin’ weird, but it’s the norm
i’m lost in the clouds and never facin’ the truth
if i spill some beer, i lick the floor
every drop of it counts, no sense in wastin’ the booze
i pop some pills with peers, then sip some more
i keep knockin’ ‘em down until i’m dazed and confused
when i talk to the crowd, they get amused
‘cause i shock ‘em with wild phrases and views
instead of walkin’ around town, i pace in my room
i reached in my pocket and found traces and clues of what i did last night
oh sh-t, that’s right, i dove straight into vodka, drowned
and based on my blues, i’m ruining this gift
i’m doing things different
f-ck my old ways i’m tossin’ ‘em out, and changin’ the rules
my brain is blocking the sounds, raisin’ the youth
i put my c-ck in her mouth, you can paint with your muse
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