Текст песни Sage Francis - Escape Artist, слова песни Sage Francis

Текст песни Sage Francis - Escape Artist

Sage Francis - Escape Artist слова песни

(When I first got into magic yeah)When I first got into magic it was an underground phenomenonNow everybody`s like pick a card, any cardIf I shot my full load with the first hand I playedI`d be a monkey in a boxHangin` with the David BlainesI`d be swimming with the sharksSmiles full of razor bladesBut I`m notI got outta that gameEscape ArtistI talked till I`m red in my faceWith strange califsI rocked till I`m outta my rangeThen raised octavesI played through the painAnd remained consciousRefraining from commenting on the lame complimentsAnd the petty criticisms from those who ain`t accomplishedEven one-fifths of some of this shitI made progress withI`m leavin` naysayers stumped like rain forestsAfter years of pullin` rabbit ears out my pants pocketsI`m not revealing any tricks of the tradeIts just there ain`t no magic in the break down babyIn an effort to make them more secret I find in my life I decided to give them a lookNow I`m givin` them a glimpse and I guess I`m sittin` in the middle of an unread bookLetters are falling apart but the sentencess end and run of the wording is permanentNever been missedSuckers been missedWhat did you missInterpreted isFunny I`m serving the sentence of solitary confinementResults in a death sentence and still I`m a running assignmentI`m just wondering where my time wentIt pulled a disappearing actAnd every single assistant I ever had got stored in halfCause see I never payed attention but I can`t afford to laugh (word?)Cause I`m lookin` through my bookAnd an autograph from my cats (Ok)And I`m short on staffSo all I ask is volunteers from the crowdShow a little bit of audience participation now!When I say hip (what do I say)You, you say shut the fuck up we ain`t sayin` shitAnd I`ll respect it (yes!)Check itIn a flair for the dramatic exitA fashoinable entrance late to my own arraignment(Oh) The self-destructive things that I do for entertainmentMy folks gave me this artYou`re broken heart is my palletWhile I was out honin` my craftYou were disownin` your talentCause while you still live at homeAnd I bought this house off my parents (uhh)I`m gettin` ahead of myself (I`m gettin` ahead of myself)I see the hair on my back (I see the hair on my back)I`m On the Road reading KerouacHis poems versus better rapsI think to myself (I think to myself)What`s worth rememberingVersus defendingThe size of my manhoodOr confessional canned goodsIn an effort to make them more secret I find in my life I decided to give them a lookNow I`m givin` them a glimpse and I guess I`m sittin` in the middle of an unread bookLetters are falling apart but the sentencess end and run of the wording is permanentNever been missedSuckers been missedWhat did you missInterpreted isBut none of this is gettin` told in confidence I reckonI spin confidential records just to hold the listeners attentionI`m a veteran of spacial relationshipsI clip your wings to fit you inHeadshrinking magicianShapeshifting reptilianTurned body contortionistOrphanages started offering tortures to abortion clinics (abortion clinics)I lost aquantancesAnd a morgue of lady friendsI gender bent the heaven sent angelic devil boyGood Gods adrogenousI`m lookin` marvelousBut looks can killAnd they`re unsure about my sexual orientation stillPut me in a special kind of case that only breaks ifYou hit it with a bouqet of flowers and baby breath arrangementThe vault is vacantAnd they`re all looking for phone call blameI called my agentThe moment that I caught the trainI let him know that I`m goin` nowhereHe`s invitedIf he leaves tonight then he might just help me find itBut this is my burden to bearNot hisAnd I`m a psychic without a sidekickHolding the future hostageA loose cannon standing on the rooftop withA new respect and understanding of bartenders and locksmithsThey call me daredevilBut I`m not precise enoughUnprofessionalOn an amature levelI love my life too muchEscape Artist (x4)(Escape, escape)Escape ArtistI`m in two places at onceEscape ArtistBut I ain`t slept in monthsEscape ArtistJust tryin` to get awayBut there ain`t no magic in the breakdown babyAin`t no magic in the breakdown babyNo magic in the breakAin`t no magic in the breakdown baby(x3 and continues as Sage speaks)PussiesYou`re scared to shoot me in the heartYou know it`s too big!Uhh!Yeah, Fuck youI gotta bulletproof heartHit it babyI`ll never fall in love with youEver!If you got glass so long tooBiyatch shut upMake some noise for Sage Francis y`all

Sage Francis

Escape Artist

Текст песни Sage Francis - Escape Artist

Другие песни Sage Francis:

Похожие артисты: