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plainspoke - the takeaway lyrics

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hook
i got my mind set straight on the payday
ain’t no money in it, but they counterfeit the heydeys
any way they living is a way that you can make it
waiting for the minute they gon take away the vacay

verse1
i’m sitting in a chair, play hot potato with the air
listening to fables of past deals gone declared
the pastels make the pictures less fict-tious in affairs
i’ve been fishing in attrition, they existing with the prayers

no mission, only living on the principles of interest
i think i found the middle, but the cl-ss it just disintegrates
i tried out all the trickles, all they is getting richer late
p-ssing in the pot of gold, because santa can’t -ssimilate

playing tricks on a popsicle, gotta practice so they get in shape
every step is an obstacle, hop scotch like i’ve been skipping grades
hot pockets are not topical, i’ve never left a little change
window shopping in an envelope, and i’m below the critic state

piddling together model trains to keep the pace
they demolishing the battles reenacted in the paint
and move away a couple steps while we figure out the way
to pave the streets left to me, i treat the trees with respect

hook
i got my mind set straight on the payday
ain’t no money in it, but they counterfeit the heydeys
any way they living is a way that you can make it
waiting for the minute they gon take away the vacay

verse 2
i will step outside the box, walking up to colfax
see the people holding signs up like they don’t know facts
hiding in the shade, i’ll be a statue of some patience
gonna wait it out for now until they giving up the cases

uppercase it, shout it from the lungs of the bas-m-nts
climbing rungs of the ladders that go nowhere but the races
take abrasives to the fabric of the walls that we make
shaking change out of tragic, sipping solvent to stay

i’ll be dishonest if it means to keep the prejudice away
i see this song as being honest with the devil in your face
the dirt dons a fake grin, smiling at the interstate
to say they belong to him, and no one ever gets to get away

but if he took a long look within, he’d see he falls with those who switched their blades
and all of are him, singing hymns that we don’t get to hate
so while we got the hint, might as well take a little break
and live a little longer on the end of the stiff fate

- plainspoke lyrics

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