Sage Francis - The Place She Feared Most lyrics
[Sage Francis - The Place She Feared Most lyrics]
Oh you wrong
You gots to get right with yourself
Sinner please
You could never get with the god
Oh you wrong
You gots to get right with yourself
Sinner please
You could never get with the god
Don't wanna fake that smile
Don't wanna have that talk
Don't wanna make that child or
Let the suspect walk
Don't wanna take it to trial
Or settle out of court
Just wanna shoot down the stork
Don't want a long disclaimer as a
Preference to your short story
Don't wanna sum up in one sentence
Why your sort bores me in fact
One more word out of you and the girl gets it
You're so bossy in a world
That has no work ethic
So let's shake to that
Don't wanna give you dap
Or figure out whatever hand
Dance you're bringing back
For I am not a tween
Don't wanna talk with memes
Or let the internet infiltrate all my dreams
So what do I want? Want now?
To exercise my right to be
Hostile and drop trou
Hey, you, get off that cloud
You don't know what that technology allows
I don't wanna wait it out
Don't wanna be more patient
Don't want a bank account charging
Me for paper statements
Don't want no ancient astrology stopping me
From boarding the spaceship once it
Gets to our colony cause
All I ever wanted was space
Cause all I ever wanted was space
Cause all I ever wanted was space
Cause all I ever wanted was
The place she feared most
I could mock a killingbird without
Dropping a single word
Flip the middle finger 'til they
Start thinning the herd
My cattle call becomes a death ring
Butt-dial a booty call
To a red phone in the west
Wing y'all are soon to fall
For the oldest-known joke in the phone book
(what the fuck's the phone book?)
It's like a black book for
Fat folks who don't cook
Pick-up or delivery? Sick of this chivalry
Just tell me what you're willing to give
To me and we go from there well hello there
Dressed to impress but going nowhere?
"Oh yeah!" Well, let's go there
Grown man flirting like it hurts him
That he has to bother is that your baby
Baby bubba? Does he have a father?
Don't be insulted
That was off the top freestyle
Still battle rappers for the
Custody like "Please, child
These styles are fatherless, motherless
Marvelous"
Adopted by every hip hop George Papadopoulos
Freak the violin, fiddle with it's contours
Trick 'em with a happy ending
Riddle 'em with encores
Looking for a little bit of
Cinnamon while on tours
Negatively affects what I originally
Signed on for
Don't wanna fake that smile
Don't wanna have that talk
Don't wanna make that child
Or let the suspect walk
Don't wanna take it to trial
Or settle out of court
Just wanna shoot down the stork
"Oh, you wrong! You gotsta
Get right with yourself"
Sinner, please you could never
Get with the God!
"Oh, you wrong! Gotsta have a little faith"
Sinner, please all l I ever wanted was…space
You gots to get right with yourself
Sinner please
You could never get with the god
Oh you wrong
You gots to get right with yourself
Sinner please
You could never get with the god
Don't wanna fake that smile
Don't wanna have that talk
Don't wanna make that child or
Let the suspect walk
Don't wanna take it to trial
Or settle out of court
Just wanna shoot down the stork
Don't want a long disclaimer as a
Preference to your short story
Don't wanna sum up in one sentence
Why your sort bores me in fact
One more word out of you and the girl gets it
You're so bossy in a world
That has no work ethic
So let's shake to that
Don't wanna give you dap
Or figure out whatever hand
Dance you're bringing back
For I am not a tween
Don't wanna talk with memes
Or let the internet infiltrate all my dreams
So what do I want? Want now?
To exercise my right to be
Hostile and drop trou
Hey, you, get off that cloud
You don't know what that technology allows
I don't wanna wait it out
Don't wanna be more patient
Don't want a bank account charging
Me for paper statements
Don't want no ancient astrology stopping me
From boarding the spaceship once it
Gets to our colony cause
All I ever wanted was space
Cause all I ever wanted was space
Cause all I ever wanted was space
Cause all I ever wanted was
The place she feared most
I could mock a killingbird without
Dropping a single word
Flip the middle finger 'til they
Start thinning the herd
My cattle call becomes a death ring
Butt-dial a booty call
To a red phone in the west
Wing y'all are soon to fall
For the oldest-known joke in the phone book
(what the fuck's the phone book?)
It's like a black book for
Fat folks who don't cook
Pick-up or delivery? Sick of this chivalry
Just tell me what you're willing to give
To me and we go from there well hello there
Dressed to impress but going nowhere?
"Oh yeah!" Well, let's go there
Grown man flirting like it hurts him
That he has to bother is that your baby
Baby bubba? Does he have a father?
Don't be insulted
That was off the top freestyle
Still battle rappers for the
Custody like "Please, child
These styles are fatherless, motherless
Marvelous"
Adopted by every hip hop George Papadopoulos
Freak the violin, fiddle with it's contours
Trick 'em with a happy ending
Riddle 'em with encores
Looking for a little bit of
Cinnamon while on tours
Negatively affects what I originally
Signed on for
Don't wanna fake that smile
Don't wanna have that talk
Don't wanna make that child
Or let the suspect walk
Don't wanna take it to trial
Or settle out of court
Just wanna shoot down the stork
"Oh, you wrong! You gotsta
Get right with yourself"
Sinner, please you could never
Get with the God!
"Oh, you wrong! Gotsta have a little faith"
Sinner, please all l I ever wanted was…space