Tape Deck - Sims

Put the tape in the tape deck

Yo put the tape in the tape deck

I don’t wanna be apart of your workforce

I don’t wanna be apart of your problem

Welcome to the tired generation of plyered patients

Freedom tossed pennies, the Regan-omical waste kids

But look at me, broken link

Off every socialite’s token bling

Thinkin' I’ma change it (I don’t want your holidays)

My name is: Sims

Freedom fighter right accepting cat’s cradle

Doomtree: That’s the phat label (Yeah)

So hang from your halo

But I spin modern you dockers

Not tryin' to graduate

To a craft-matic adjustable office

Turn your brain waves on and off like water faucets

I’m astonished

Stompin' through the modern process

So I rally round stone throwers

My bones' colder than ice bergs

Titanic havoc breakin'

Shop for Chryslers

Twice burned

For advice learned

Before I met hesitation

Open visitation for a dead generation

So wake the fuck up!

I’m runnin' outta patience

Wake the fuck up!

You’re sleep walkin'

Wake the fuck up!

(Come on man, listen to this shit)

(Wake up)

We were born agitators

________ apathy

Half of me wishes

Outta this smilin' catastrophe

But I got my 9 mm mouth of blasphemy

12 steps to begin a better self

But the ladder collapsed on me

Casually humanity

Become a casualty

Of laughing mastery

And mental masterpiece

But the pieces spit out my mouth

Like faulty orthodontics

Unorthodox phonics

And chronic smoke

Choke on autopilot

I’ll free the palm pilots

Disperse from universities

What’s worse

Meaning isn’t surfacing

Time to face it

How can y’all take the day straight

Without a purpose to chase?

There’s more to life

Than grades, work, and graves

Put the tape in the tape deck

Yo put the tape in the tape deck

(My life, my life, my life’s a fucking mess

Minneapolis)

Next year I might be

25 light beams

Ahead of myself

Be 25 cents richer

Depending on my shelf

Ain’t what it seems

But I got one to be

So save up a fuck

For the agitated seats

Smashing piggy-bank dreams

Saturated breed

Soaked in fat and granite

Rallied on this planet

Next to the blaze

That we didn’t raise (We didn’t start the fire)

We saw the flames and fanned it

Now I’m annexed to vex

Manic panic status

I got next

Anti up your war machine

Mechanics pension checks

They out they right mind (Out the right mind)

I threw a left cause

Just to stop the motive

Duly noted

As I throw my clear thoughts in their gear box

It’s like there’s one typewriter

And a million fuckin' xerox

So save those peer props

About bill gods and get rocked

Cuz' you got steered loss

Put the tape in the tape deck (I crank the mix tape and wait for the break)

Yo put the tape in the tape deck (I crank the mix tape and wait for the break)

I just don’t think you’re good that’s all (I crank the mix tape and wait for

the break)

(Minneapolis)

I crank the mix tape and wait for the break

Just to drown out in the city of lakes

I don’t wanna be apart of your workforce

I don’t wanna be apart of your problem

I don’t wanna be apart of your workforce

So I guess I’ll be that thorn in your side

(I dunno, that master might be…)

(I have to start all over again

It that the damnedest thing?

Loneliness

Did ya know that loneliness will kill you deader than a .357 Magnum?

Did ya know that?)

This is a song about