Say What - CES Cru

Since you paid five bucks to get into this motherfucker

And every other girl thinks she looks better than the others

This is your opportunity

Soon as we on deck

So you’re not acting your age

And you figuring «what the heck»

No respect for yourself or the other ladies in here

You just want to make your way to the bar and escape with a beer

That’s more than A-OK with me

Ho I’m making it clear

This is your song tonight but you’ve got to listen to hear

That I’m disrespecting you off top to stop flirtin'

All you think I’m talking 'bout you

But really you’re not certain

Cocks working for that pussy, I’m calling 'em dick heads

They parade around the picket pretending they get bread

Go on ahead, have another of whatever you like

This is for every chick who’ll probably get a DUI tonight

When I write, I might get over like Dirge having a sober night

But you know not to bite any part of the sodomite like that

Say what, say what, say what

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Say what, say what

Who say what like six middle fingers up

Or two ducks with ther dying friends, let’s pretend

That we all out for a good time

Intertwined like ropes

Waite a minute, that’s just a joke

I’d rather be poking you out like it’s acupuncture

Been in at every joint to collapse the structure

Forget the eight fingers find a way to touch ya

Down and you take the choke hand to face I’ll mush ya

That’s just another way to say that she swallowing

Damn, she came to grips that I never spit hollow tips

Ooh that’s just some silly shit she caught into following

Soul servers, CES cru

Learn to bite what you borrowing

We all find a way to get a check

And tomorrow send shelter from the fallout when the rest of you falling in

Say what, say what, say what

Say what, say what, say what

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Say what, say what

I stand alone in crowded rooms

Loose it, from time to time I go out and howl at moons

Mind playing tricks on me, Its only noon

Around every corner I can feel my doom

Impending and creeping, looming like the dark clouds

Biting and striking

I’m careful where I walk now

And who I talk to

How much

Because I’m feeling like I could walk through just about anything

But my walls close in

Upper-body moving

But my feet, frozen to the concrete

Like mafia figures in rivers

Lungs filling up with water

My body it quivers

And as the last bit of oxygen leaves my chest

I rise my head from rest drenched in cold sweat

In a padded room

… In a padded room

… In a padded room

… In a padded room

Say what, say what, say what

Say what, say what, say what

Say what, say what, say what

Say what, say what