Roddy Piper feat. Moncelas Boston
P.O.S
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Killer pizza, awful people
Fucking whores
Yeah, church and steeple
I've been the one to stop the leak before it floods
I've been the one to push the barrel of the gun away
My name is Stef, I came to press on someone else's person
My name is P.O.S, I cut these fuckers, I'm a surgeon
Ready to fuck 'em up
Malpractice, fucker, what?
Knackered and peckish, yup
Pants off, like pucker up
All up in your trench
Diggin in your shit
While you sittin on the bench
I'm steady playin in them innings (yeah)
Livin like a mensch
Spittin on your shit
While you're tryna find an in
I'll be makin' new beginnings (yeah)
Facts can break your face and make you real
That can make these fakers pay some chill
Corner bar
Johnny jumped up and wrecked me hard
Sick of questions
Check my face, I'm starin somewhere far
Wear my lessons
Cold compresses keep it numb, on guard
Frame of reference
Keep it pressin, collect all my scars
She told me he told her bout me
But he was tryna fuck
She said he said I'd be out there
Just tryna push my luck
She was all like, "he was all like
'That dude is not the one to trust'"
He was alright, was a cool night
Until he tried to sneak a touch
You see these empties
Please don't tempt me
Reached my ending, chill
You see I'm bending
Why you tryin' to keep me sippin' still?
Haters hate, punishers fuckin' punish, huh
(yeah)
I just came to do two things
Fresh outta bubble gum
Fuck off birds, I'm tryna sleep
Go down sun, I'm tryna sleep
Shut up, y'all, I'm tryna sleep
I just shut my eyes, tryna sleep
There's a lot to believe in
Just believe what you need to
Last night was something deep
I just shut my eyes, tryna sleep
Shittin' on you suckers
Tuck and rolling with the punches
See they wanna copy without thinkin, there's just one of me
I'm known to body everything they put in front of me
When you think of mine, they think of somewhere you don't wanna be
Anything you got I promise one day it'll belong to me
I done been 'bout profit
Knock knock knock, who the fuck keep knockin' like that?
And if it ain't bout money
I won't answer, you'll keep knockin like that
I can offer the finer things that you've lost and bring back
But I rather would find the things that you lost and keep them
I don't have to reason
That's only half the reason
You don't need to know my mistress
Victoria's my secret
When I start creepin for the weekend
No one could see me when I'm leavin
There's a lot to believe in
Just believe what you need to
I don't lose sleep for no reason
I lose sleep for my people
I done had dreams without sleepin
When I sleep it seems like it's dreamless
There's a lot to believe in
Just believe what you need to
(Just believe what you need to)
Fuck off birds, I'm tryna sleep
Go down sun, I'm tryna sleep
Shut up, y'all, I'm tryna sleep
I just shut my eyes, tryna sleep
There's a lot to believe in
Just believe what you need to
Last night was something deep
I just shut my eyes, tryna sleep
Shittin on these suckers
Tuck and rollin with the punches
Hangin out with fellow feeling
We havin too much fun (fun fun fun fun)
Screamin what the fuck you want
While you grabbin on your bourbon (bourbon bourbon bourbon)
I'm the deafest motherfucker
Tellin you all that I heard it
Got the entire ass in my hands
Two hands, full squeeze
I'm gone go Bloody Mary
Screamin bloody murder
I just lost my pants (pants pants pants pants)
Yeah, I was tryna get some Z's
But now I'm like please
Just pass some over here
I'm feelin just as sad as I had ever felt
Funny I can't shed a tear