Buck 65 - Frame and Fork lyrics
[Buck 65 - Frame and Fork lyrics]
Cracked foundations leaking
It’s a fact that attracts rats
Mould grows, and that shit is whack
‘Cause, like, I need a space that’s calm
Ethereal and chilled for me to write
But we need the raw materials to build
And the right mixture of light fixtures
And extra large windows of opportunity
Where those of our community come
To pay a visit you treat ‘em properly
While you break down the science
On the property value
The building’s sick and dying
With a first-class infection
If the health board people come
We’ll never pass inspection
The vinyl sides been neglected
Mouldin’ off, broken let me do the talking
‘Cause, I’m tall and soft spoken, and Buck 65
Interior design should be simple and elegant
Superior to minds of the criminal element
Unless you include graff-writers but still
Guys are markin’ places for parkin’ spaces
Before the floor is reinforced
Not even to mention
Boards are hammered in wrong
And with this tangle of extension cords
The next thing you know the
Roof will be on fire
Killed in the smoke and the flames
That engulf the entire buildin’
The carpenter soul that wants the ability
To stay
Must first live up to the responsibility
Of keepin’ the premises safe from
Any nemesis or foreigner
That would only paint himself into a corner
It’s a fact that attracts rats
Mould grows, and that shit is whack
‘Cause, like, I need a space that’s calm
Ethereal and chilled for me to write
But we need the raw materials to build
And the right mixture of light fixtures
And extra large windows of opportunity
Where those of our community come
To pay a visit you treat ‘em properly
While you break down the science
On the property value
The building’s sick and dying
With a first-class infection
If the health board people come
We’ll never pass inspection
The vinyl sides been neglected
Mouldin’ off, broken let me do the talking
‘Cause, I’m tall and soft spoken, and Buck 65
Interior design should be simple and elegant
Superior to minds of the criminal element
Unless you include graff-writers but still
Guys are markin’ places for parkin’ spaces
Before the floor is reinforced
Not even to mention
Boards are hammered in wrong
And with this tangle of extension cords
The next thing you know the
Roof will be on fire
Killed in the smoke and the flames
That engulf the entire buildin’
The carpenter soul that wants the ability
To stay
Must first live up to the responsibility
Of keepin’ the premises safe from
Any nemesis or foreigner
That would only paint himself into a corner