Face Candy - Feeling Spayed lyrics
[Face Candy - Feeling Spayed lyrics]
Threshold really low, below below
But a little… old
If you look at me when everything’s good
Well yeah
Why would I even look at this little thing
This thermometer that goes up and down?
I mean if that what… What - What if it
No temperature that’s all it is
Numb my skin help me say
That I’ve got skin on
Different places frequencies
Different places stepladders different faces
Understanding to keep the right paces - it’s
Quite basic if you actually face it
Maintain it - and entertain the thought of
Being positive and and
Live for what we fought for -
And fight for what we live for
Well whatever i can do whatever
I’ve pulled so many levers my
Circuit's ain’t all put together
I wish they were
But, I can’t take another moment of
Bliss because if this occurs
I’ll feel the wind on my lips and then burn
I’ll feel a lot worse
I’ll feel like my next bed
Is gonna be a hearse
My x head treats me worse
It’s on a string - it
Brings away the singing birds
Up on my string I do my thing on
The mic’ just like a puppet -
Somebody controlling my softness I
Just say "fuck it"
On the stage, with Eyedea, Carnage
And my man Krane -
If you don’t, know this shit, then you don’t
Know the aim accurate, immaculate
Ayo, check this word, word, word, word, word
Actions to ‘em, like verbs - dig them herbs
Ooh, I’ve got the urge, but not disperged
Represent my most definite
Your whack emcees get what they deserved
Here we go one time for the stereo
And a beer with the miracle
Know how we go get in with the volume
When we come get loud with the spiritual
Ah, yeah here we go
We’re you at? Make some noise
Take me literal, or lyrical
Mic’ ready for our boys
Well I am, still I am -
Man on the mic’, with my man Chris represent
Like we’re doing this thing with
A mic’ and a hand
What you gon’ do? Is he gon’
Flow? Yo let the people know
Hide your elections to, show
How are we gon’ trap this seed and flow
Feel so empty, so empty
But, I’m fooling myself as
The honesty replied
When I see ‘em on the shelf
The elves and Santa Claus
Must have misplaced the presents
Why am I standing there when
My faces ain’t even exited?
You know I might as well slaughter all
The elves in the North Pole
Then give Mrs santa Claus a little of my soul
Shit - trying to jack him for gifts
Sinking with ‘em at the boat
No, we ain’t never had shit
So yo I’ve got more
I mean turn them to ashes skating past this
Plus treat him like already how he’s in
My mind - he don’t exist
Hope every stays
They love eachover
Ah whatever I was just on some bullshit
(Would’ve helped if you’d shut up)
I’ll tell you what - it all feels profound
But a little… old
If you look at me when everything’s good
Well yeah
Why would I even look at this little thing
This thermometer that goes up and down?
I mean if that what… What - What if it
No temperature that’s all it is
Numb my skin help me say
That I’ve got skin on
Different places frequencies
Different places stepladders different faces
Understanding to keep the right paces - it’s
Quite basic if you actually face it
Maintain it - and entertain the thought of
Being positive and and
Live for what we fought for -
And fight for what we live for
Well whatever i can do whatever
I’ve pulled so many levers my
Circuit's ain’t all put together
I wish they were
But, I can’t take another moment of
Bliss because if this occurs
I’ll feel the wind on my lips and then burn
I’ll feel a lot worse
I’ll feel like my next bed
Is gonna be a hearse
My x head treats me worse
It’s on a string - it
Brings away the singing birds
Up on my string I do my thing on
The mic’ just like a puppet -
Somebody controlling my softness I
Just say "fuck it"
On the stage, with Eyedea, Carnage
And my man Krane -
If you don’t, know this shit, then you don’t
Know the aim accurate, immaculate
Ayo, check this word, word, word, word, word
Actions to ‘em, like verbs - dig them herbs
Ooh, I’ve got the urge, but not disperged
Represent my most definite
Your whack emcees get what they deserved
Here we go one time for the stereo
And a beer with the miracle
Know how we go get in with the volume
When we come get loud with the spiritual
Ah, yeah here we go
We’re you at? Make some noise
Take me literal, or lyrical
Mic’ ready for our boys
Well I am, still I am -
Man on the mic’, with my man Chris represent
Like we’re doing this thing with
A mic’ and a hand
What you gon’ do? Is he gon’
Flow? Yo let the people know
Hide your elections to, show
How are we gon’ trap this seed and flow
Feel so empty, so empty
But, I’m fooling myself as
The honesty replied
When I see ‘em on the shelf
The elves and Santa Claus
Must have misplaced the presents
Why am I standing there when
My faces ain’t even exited?
You know I might as well slaughter all
The elves in the North Pole
Then give Mrs santa Claus a little of my soul
Shit - trying to jack him for gifts
Sinking with ‘em at the boat
No, we ain’t never had shit
So yo I’ve got more
I mean turn them to ashes skating past this
Plus treat him like already how he’s in
My mind - he don’t exist
Hope every stays
They love eachover
Ah whatever I was just on some bullshit
(Would’ve helped if you’d shut up)
I’ll tell you what - it all feels profound