Sage Francis - Pressure Cooker lyrics

(Where have you been?)
(Where have you been?)
(Where have you been!?)

I've been busy, get-get-get off my nuts
I've been busy, busy, doing stuff
Copper Gone, I had to take my time
To get my life together
Put everything in line
Sage Francis, no need for me to tell 'em
I’m from the Epic Beard Men
I'm steady representing' strange Famous
And slow and steady wins the race, fuckface

This is a letter to the
Editor sent in an envelope
Sealed shut by some candle wax
Shipped by an olden only show pony
With a carry sack
The only thing that I overnight
Express is myself through song


But it takes too long to
Reach the intended listener
When it gets delivered wrong
Never knew the words to the school bus
Sing along so I stayed off
While I organized my chaos
I was like "Biotch, bring it on"
Pick ‘em up, your stupid self-esteem is low
Put ‘em down if they’re just
Feeling incredible about themselves
For no good god damn reason though
Never saw the need to boast
They were standing on the
Shoulders of a giant, so defiant
But his feet are so, Jesus, Mary, Joe
Barely even know if it appears as
If I hate your guts
It’s just, both sides of my
Bed are the wrong one
And I’m always waking up
Plus, I don’t care to defend sides of
Myself that I don’t like much
I am what I am that’s all that I am
Bullshit don’t got that right touch
Let the better half I punch, and push
And scratch it’s way out
Get on all fours put a saddle on
Your back and let the pain mount
I’m off to the races
Gentlemen place your bets
Running in circles, turning their heads
Eventually you could break their necks
The bookie collects
Don’t play the victim when it happens
Lower the stakes before you try to
Burn the witches at ‘em
It’s the business of a Madam when
The brothel has a profit loss
The best of the best survive the cut
And the rest get auctioned off
They serve the Molotov, so Mazel Tov
Forefathers of stability in this industry
Have ridiculously fallen off
Chalk it up to blackboard, fingernail
Crescendos that was my jam when I was ten
But I was deaf though
I didn’t understand that I wasn’t
Landing a deal at all, it was a death blow
Whistling Dixie through a hell hole
Then I went pro
Active-Retro even though I paid my dues
Losers hate playing a game that they can’t
Win so they always change the rules
And I keep up, putting coffee into my tea cup
Try to cut me down when I
Take a stand? Good luck
‘Cause I got legs like a tree trunk

They say anger is a gift, I’m very gifted
And if ignorance is bliss
Then I’m a Sado-Masochist
Mastered the passion for the sake of
Stripping it from all it's pleasure
Got a treasure chest
Collapsing under pressure

Get-get-get off my nuts
I've been busy, busy, doing stuff
Copper Gone i had to take a minute
To get my shit together
Otherwise I was finished, Sage Francis
No need for me to tell 'em
I tried to keep from yellin’
But I'm steady representin' Strange Famous
And slow and steady wins the race, fuckace

I been treating a vacant lot as
If it’s a destination spot
Picked a hell of a depression
To set up my shop
Master of tragic-comic timing
Mellow drama you understood, a sensei to some
Hyperventilating praying for the end
Of days to come by selling survival kit's
New Testament bibles to Zionists
And training wheels to professional cyclists
It’s like this
Plucking petals from your frame
She-Loves-Me-Not and goes nowhere
I pump my tires while you pump my brakes
I thought it was no fair
Spent several sessions giving
Away precious possessions
During an endless recession
Turned repentance to oppression
Pressure into a permanent first impression
I’m the last of my kind so
I side-step your health inspection
There’s a difference between
Gambling addiction and
Making love to Lady Luck
Erectile Dysfunction and being afraid to fuck
The pressure’s always building
I simply can’t wait to erupt
Both sides of my bed are the wrong
One and I’m always waking up
(Always waking up, always waking up)

They say anger is a gift, I’m very gifted
And if ignorance is bliss
Then I’m a Sado-Masochist
Mastered the passion for the sake of
Stripping it from all it's pleasure
Got a treasure chest
Collapsing under pressure