Sage Francis - Needle lyrics
[Sage Francis - Needle lyrics]
It's the b-boy, it's the MC
They can't read the grafitti
It's the b-boy, it's the MJ
It's the VJ they can't read
The grafitti on the walls
Throw away my tools
Scrape with my hands make as much noise
As I can banging on sand
I used to play in a band
But those people are gone
Now the turntable got a needle in it's arm
I'm in a van flying without parachutes
Wifey didn't plan to have marriage disputes
Everytime I stand at the door to say goodbye
It's like shes watching her man go to die
I packed in a rush but it
Was too fast for us
Handed me an ultimatum as i
Grabbed all my stuff
Put a pillow in my briefcase I come with no
Rebates a gaurantee of return
When i leave state
I make mix tapes, but they're cd-r's
Diggin in crates, do you see these scars?
They're from big breaks that i
Stripped from a song
Now the turntable got a needle in it's arm
Flame on like burnin', i'm
Burnin', im burnin', im burnin' but wait
I fill up the milk crates, collect the LP's
Eric B laughin' at me
C-c-check out my melody dJ Polo doin' pawn
Terminator X on an ostrich farm
Jam master J is gone and that's a shame
They say it's better to burn
Out quick than faddddeee
I toured the states with a guy named CR
He had nothin but a tube
Of toothpaste and guitar
He was a soul brother
A baby mama back at home brother
A good reminder what it is
To rock and roll brother
Mashed potatoes every meal and if it ain't
Served outa greasy spoon he don't deal
Real as it gets with a puff that don't quit
Put him at a piano and he smokes it
A blues man, to old to go back to school man
Still grinding it out but he
Already payed his dues man
I could see it in his face when he said
Sage brother I gotta get out of this place
Embarassed, he knocked me off
Balance truth of the
Matter is you can't live off raw talent
Perhaps you could at one point
But those days seem gone
Now the turntable got a needle in it's arm
They can't read the grafitti
It's the b-boy, it's the MJ
It's the VJ they can't read
The grafitti on the walls
Throw away my tools
Scrape with my hands make as much noise
As I can banging on sand
I used to play in a band
But those people are gone
Now the turntable got a needle in it's arm
I'm in a van flying without parachutes
Wifey didn't plan to have marriage disputes
Everytime I stand at the door to say goodbye
It's like shes watching her man go to die
I packed in a rush but it
Was too fast for us
Handed me an ultimatum as i
Grabbed all my stuff
Put a pillow in my briefcase I come with no
Rebates a gaurantee of return
When i leave state
I make mix tapes, but they're cd-r's
Diggin in crates, do you see these scars?
They're from big breaks that i
Stripped from a song
Now the turntable got a needle in it's arm
Flame on like burnin', i'm
Burnin', im burnin', im burnin' but wait
I fill up the milk crates, collect the LP's
Eric B laughin' at me
C-c-check out my melody dJ Polo doin' pawn
Terminator X on an ostrich farm
Jam master J is gone and that's a shame
They say it's better to burn
Out quick than faddddeee
I toured the states with a guy named CR
He had nothin but a tube
Of toothpaste and guitar
He was a soul brother
A baby mama back at home brother
A good reminder what it is
To rock and roll brother
Mashed potatoes every meal and if it ain't
Served outa greasy spoon he don't deal
Real as it gets with a puff that don't quit
Put him at a piano and he smokes it
A blues man, to old to go back to school man
Still grinding it out but he
Already payed his dues man
I could see it in his face when he said
Sage brother I gotta get out of this place
Embarassed, he knocked me off
Balance truth of the
Matter is you can't live off raw talent
Perhaps you could at one point
But those days seem gone
Now the turntable got a needle in it's arm