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plainspoke – water child lyrics

v1:
i ask a question but don’t care about the answer
ask me again, that’s what you got hands for
take notes, scribble with a pen and pay for living it again
my paper writ itself, i rid myself of all these vapors
fake people living fake lives
as real as i take a knife
stab it in to my right hand
not my write hand, that’s the left
there’s nothing left
when you ingest all the stuff in nearest death
i’m here and then, it’s never better
always getting split ends
i better mend the fabric
patches in a hole to limit access
hold my hand while i minimize what that says
and go against my best judgement
‘cuz when you look into the lens
i’m the only one that loves it

hook:
i’m a water child living in an island x3

v2:
awake, remember nothing but the wake
i think my dreams are nothing but the wait
waiting for the dinner plate, i don’t eat no more just sleep until i pay the rent
that’s if i pay the rent
and paint the picture as they meant
i paint the beast but the pain is deep
and i obtain the fee but it’s not for free
it’s awful see, i try to be the blindest
but the sun just keeps blinding
with that whitecraft insolation
the insulation is cr-p
and i’m a hall of nations
hauling everybody by body bag and drainage basin
into christmas dinners
we got box after box of christian sinners
in set places
locks are weighted, deadbolt
have a bowl and bread for
that dreadful evening
the leavening of reasons to be
a hegemony
m-ss marketed i’m in the wrong enemy
our marks are picked, pocked
hip-hop
a struggle of sh-t rocked
i want to leave but i’m here stopped
this a p-ss-poor architecture
cardboard box hold better than a ledger
they don’t let you go bankrupt
call it a support system
i call it staying poor
‘cuz if you ain’t with them
you with them
that’s my piece of wisdom
busted it out with a pair of pliers
see that
that’s my nerve sticking out on the wire

hook:
i’m a water child living in an island x3

v3:
it’s what you get
when you mix
two pieces of sh-t
you get sh-t
but eventually you get bricks
to build up with
and mold a new
built up kick
to ride in silence
pick up those eyelids
and tick
the boxes
check em off
like the rocks is
with every clock tick
i talk sh-t
to myself
and everyone hurts
because i fell
inside my verse
the cellar’s lights are broke
on purpose
i broke my purpose
it was to rap these verses
better than i ever did before the word slipped
but i’m worth it
you can count on the curses
keeping up with the burns
i got my m-ffins done perfect
burns don’t know my last name
first came served in the fast lane
sir

hook:
i’m a water child living in an island x3

- plainspoke lyrics

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