Key Grip (FAX) - Sims

(These are the facts, these are the facts

These are the facts, these are the facts)

(These are the facts, it’s like electroshock-shock

These are the facts, come on now, make your body rock)

Another night in the straight away

Got a couple more relationships to complicate

Eyes strained at a world in the rear-view

Pullin' my weight, no brakes near you

Caught in the modern robotic packin' my bags

And I’m out like the modern man (I'm leavin')

Gettin' ready for the long season

I guess I’m in this for all the wrong reasons

From the triple rock to Thailand

Until you take me home

I’m on the bill that after night

One more stitch to close that hole

This is the swagger of a ghost

Might have to light a bag of herb

And a shot of Jagger to see it all backwards

I live life lit to see my match burnt

Distract from the fact

That staggerin' my back hurts

Bad bones and a cold snap

Sand through the glass

But I’ll stand with that (These are the facts, come on)

I gotta shelf of half read books

I’m better at readin' looks

It took a year and a half to make these minutes

For every second of breath in it

There’s a piece of me left in it

Changin' lanes awake at 8: 30

Some way their tame

My legs are less sturdy

I prayed for rain it came and left early

I shoulda stayed but change is just a wave in a drain

I’m young and broke

I’m runnin' old laps

Runnin' same old

Tryin’a close gaps

Waitin' for a thunderclap

In the same clothes trap

Doors and choke words

Arrested in my head

I woke up to get slept on

Shoulda slept in instead

Pleasure and the pain

There ain’t no rest for the dead

I’m at the point of no turnin' around

The fire’s in your eyes

And you’re burnin' me down (These are the facts)

Hang it down, let it die, let it die

Hang it dry, blood comin' out, time is runnin' out

Run it down, let it die, let it die

Hang it dry, blood comin' out, time is runnin' out

I take time, criticize every rap

But in the critics eyes

I’m just sitting ride

Riddin' on the backs

And that’s that

Tighten up the noose

Yeah we’ll see who’s pullin' slack

You pull the wool I pull it back

I’m embarrassin' twisted character

Carried the weight

Back track to owe me

Backpacks and paint

And no one wanted to know me

Now that I’ve rapped all these girls

That walked on past wanna hold me

How fucked up is that?

It’s a mixed up twist of fate

Rotating cast

None of these actors have

Got my back in this play

And it’s a masquerade

And I don’t know if you like me for me

Or for that last track I made (Dude, when’s your next show?)

Maybe neither like Ally Mac

But I got no time for you either

Was lost but found my path

So I strapped on my sneakers

And never looked behind

Metal and drum pedal

The nervous mind settled in rhyme

And a heart turned away

That’s a sign of the time right?

(Or maybe not)

I gotta shelf of half read books

I’m better at readin' looks

It took a year and a half to make these minutes

For every second of breath in it

There’s a piece of me left in it

Changin' lanes awake at 8: 30

Some way their tame

My legs are less sturdy

I prayed for rain it came and left early

I shoulda stayed but change is just a wave in a drain

Run it down, let it die, let it die

Hang it dry, blood comin' out, time is runnin'