Homeboy Sandman - The Butcher lyrics
[Homeboy Sandman - The Butcher lyrics]
Way things are going
I'm still tryna get on
Eastside Sodom and Gomorrah good morning
Who they insult dog here to poop on
Skies grey, not poupon stuck 'pon lukewarm
My waters not too calm a storm's going on
Roshomon all the story's different sides
It's normally smiles, not the sighs
That I emphasize is it being too precise
To say that fighting suicide is
Just a part of life? Way things are going
Don't fear the poltergeist
Yo it is every human's right
To see God eating rice
CHANCES AREN'T way things are going
THE BUTCHER
FLESH IS WEAK
THE BUTCHER
FLESH IS MEAT
CHANCES AREN'T way things are going
I couldn't make it up
Yo lemme break it down
I'm always breaking up but we be making love
And she ain't ever breaking nuts
How I don't make enough i say "good luck"
But luck ain't never trumping taking lumps
I've come to find that nothing's
Sacred over God forsaken months
And being men don't make us mice
But then, don't make us monks
Growing up I couldn't debunk
The Nas and Nore story 'bout
The bodies in the trunk way things are going
"Yo where's the pussy?" i was stumped
To then became the cat that beat
The pussy while it stunk
CHANCES AREN'T way things are going
THE BUTCHER
FLESH IS WEAK
THE BUTCHER
FLESH IS MEAT
CHANCES AREN'T way things are going
Anyway I got a son
And a girl that puts me number two
She puts him number one but that's wassup
And when we talk she teach me
How to walk without a crutch
And how to walk without a strut
And recognize that sometimes people
Beg without a cup
I'm so excited by her touch
I'm tryna hold her tight but i'm a klutz
We building trust
But, if I don't believe her I still
Won't leave her in the dust
Way things are going
Check the corner for a dunce
Beware the seagulls that the eagle land among
CHANCES AREN'T way things are going
THE BUTCHER
FLESH IS WEAK
THE BUTCHER
FLESH IS MEAT
CHANCES AREN'T way things are going
I'm still tryna get on
Eastside Sodom and Gomorrah good morning
Who they insult dog here to poop on
Skies grey, not poupon stuck 'pon lukewarm
My waters not too calm a storm's going on
Roshomon all the story's different sides
It's normally smiles, not the sighs
That I emphasize is it being too precise
To say that fighting suicide is
Just a part of life? Way things are going
Don't fear the poltergeist
Yo it is every human's right
To see God eating rice
CHANCES AREN'T way things are going
THE BUTCHER
FLESH IS WEAK
THE BUTCHER
FLESH IS MEAT
CHANCES AREN'T way things are going
I couldn't make it up
Yo lemme break it down
I'm always breaking up but we be making love
And she ain't ever breaking nuts
How I don't make enough i say "good luck"
But luck ain't never trumping taking lumps
I've come to find that nothing's
Sacred over God forsaken months
And being men don't make us mice
But then, don't make us monks
Growing up I couldn't debunk
The Nas and Nore story 'bout
The bodies in the trunk way things are going
"Yo where's the pussy?" i was stumped
To then became the cat that beat
The pussy while it stunk
CHANCES AREN'T way things are going
THE BUTCHER
FLESH IS WEAK
THE BUTCHER
FLESH IS MEAT
CHANCES AREN'T way things are going
Anyway I got a son
And a girl that puts me number two
She puts him number one but that's wassup
And when we talk she teach me
How to walk without a crutch
And how to walk without a strut
And recognize that sometimes people
Beg without a cup
I'm so excited by her touch
I'm tryna hold her tight but i'm a klutz
We building trust
But, if I don't believe her I still
Won't leave her in the dust
Way things are going
Check the corner for a dunce
Beware the seagulls that the eagle land among
CHANCES AREN'T way things are going
THE BUTCHER
FLESH IS WEAK
THE BUTCHER
FLESH IS MEAT
CHANCES AREN'T way things are going