Slug, Sage Francis - Stuck lyrics

You act smart, while I act dumb
But I know some that still lay under my thumb
See, we've got issues
So we swing our fists full
Whatever, tryna keep the temper
Down to the gristle
They like the small talk
As long as it's about you
They walk that walk, without knowing how to
I watch it all
And pretend that I'm above it
But the truth is
I see her I need it I love it

I'm stuck with random stray hairs
From ex-lovers
Entangled in each other's desire to
Stay here beyond their welcome
Sharing the same common problem
Blonde and brunette tightly knit
And I don't fit in with split ends
Didn't have to worry about them
Taking me from my dividends
Paid my dues spending time by myself
She was with her friends
Mingling with single men
Say things like hitting skins to them
Thinking it's innocent but then
Giving me guilty grins
Swimming with filthy fins, knocking boots
Kicking my shins
Shark infested water torture treatment get
Beat by the timbalands
Feet is shivering walking on cold rage
Roses lay on relationships
Too impatient to die of old age

Yeah, remember when you knew you
Knew all the answers?
Well something shook until you thought
You had the questions
For all the time and effort you've invested
I find it kind of funny that
You haven't learned your lesson
Still guessin' the whisper of the leaf
The rustle of the bitch
When there is no love, nothing makes you rich
So I give a shrug
And the eye muscle twitches
In replace of a hug and
A lack of superstitions

Stop thinking you don't belong here
You are where you are cause you hardly move
The music is not gonna' stop
Take your eyes of the chair
Cause there's others that are under
The same impression as you
How many seats will the
Rock bottom accommodate?
One too many people who
Share nothing but views
Misery is more than willing to keep company
With those who don't ever walk a
Mile in their own shoes

So now they swap souls
They got so fuckin' uninspired
They drive low under the fire of sky Gods
It got old and now they wanna go higher
But cops control every single
Empire with tripods

So video did kill the radio star
Now we're all so cute and
Drive brand new cars
We make music so you can lose your minds
We do the crimes, so you can do the times
Tell me who can get busy like this man
Well the truth is, damn near anyone can
So I'mma buy you some implants and a suntan
Let's follow the plan and get
Some fat off the land
Fuck this little rapper
Treat me like a crook maybe if you knew me
You wouldn't sing my hook
You'd think I was so ugly
You'd be afraid to look
But maybe if I'm lucky
I'll get a chapter in your book
Doing fine, thanks for asking
Standing as the last man
Popping bubbles and aspirin
Ready, set, action
Remove your dress, so we can make a mess
And hit the world with a little bit of stress

Let's head talk these winds until
They strengthen for getting footwork
Making power moves on ceilings with head spin
It unravels the bloody ground
Revealing red sin we created hierarchy
Now there are no kings in heaven
Fatty acids added to the asthma medicine
Breathing heavy at the gates make them
Have to let us in
Like implying we've been trying our hardest
Using everyone elses' honest way of
Dying as an armrest i ain't gonna promise
Broken over dislocated kneecaps
And it's harmless jokes that
Provoke freak accidents
Laugh at that lapdancer who
Strips off confidence
I live off of hope, and Providence

Your communication tactics are all fucked
Up, don't blame me
I had nothing to do with this

You play the same damn records everyday
No wonder you believe you'll never get away
You wear the same pair of
Jeans you woke up in keep the music coming
Keep the movements sudden
I watched you dance every street of this city
I feel no pity you laid the carpet
You made the target by yourself, little help
Now loosen up the belt and
Straighten up the apartment
Finish that book that you never even started
Take a look at that face
That hates to look back
Set the oven on bake, take a pan out the rack
Season up your past, put it in and cook that