Spose - Sarah McLachlan lyrics
[Spose - Sarah McLachlan lyrics]
(Spose)
Show don't tell they’ll never say way to go
They'll just say go to hell
Never ever let your cranium swole
You’ve got to keep your ego, under control
I know even though you think you
Got that heroin crack shit
Don’t act it, that's wackness
Put in practice let your rhymes speak
Bragging about a dime piece
Or time piece child please be sensible
‘cause lying's indefensible
Bullshit’s detectable we all got noses
Even if what you admit is reprehensible
You will be respectable just
Because you told it
I'll never say protect your neck
‘cause truthfully I’m more Beck
Than Inspectah Deck
You've got to come original
On your etch-a-sketch
Or get shaken up then left next to death
In other words if you wanna be a folk hero
And they're all selling lemonade
Sell Coke Zero
Do something different, when you rap stuff
And hold on, prepare to blast off
But don't get gassed up like electric cars
Or be after last call spitting empty bars
Because anyone who has time to envy ours
Is probably all talk like NPR
If you burned all your bridges
Shit is looking destitute
Dig tunnels to exit through
Don't think with testicles
If you want your homey dead
Keep him texting you keep your friends near
Keep your foes right next to you
I'll tell you what Jay-Z told me
"Hoes will get you sidetracked then
Clapped from close feet"
Distracted from tasks by ass
I know it's tight
But you could lose money, time
Even your life
Plus bitches are crazymoving on
I hate political rappers more
Than I do Lebron
I've been a Celtics fan for super long
So keep Chechnian rebels out
Of your stupid songs
Go be a columnist, go be a novelist
Like a rap a song is a solution to all of it
Yeah Obama's heard of Common
But I doubt Michelle
Bachmann has got Pac in her Walkman
It's Sarah McLachlan sarah McLachlan
Sarah McLachlan
It’s Paula Cole and Sarah McLachlan
It’s Edwin McCain and Sarah McLachlan
It’s Joan Osbourne and Sarah McLachlan
It’s Joan Osbourne and Sarah McLachlan
Sarah McLachlan
It’s fucking Paula Cole and Sarah McLachlan
(spoken, with echoes)
The sea living, beautiful and life giving
Seems as you ride to be everywhere about you
Behind, before, around
Now it rises like a lake, gemmed with islands
And embosomed with rich swells of woodlands
Now you catch a peep of it
With your right hand among
Tufts of oak and maple
And along it spreads on your left to a
Majestic sheet of silver among rocky shores
Hung with dark pines, hemlocks, and spruces
Harriet Beecher Stowe, Letter from Maine 1852
Show don't tell they’ll never say way to go
They'll just say go to hell
Never ever let your cranium swole
You’ve got to keep your ego, under control
I know even though you think you
Got that heroin crack shit
Don’t act it, that's wackness
Put in practice let your rhymes speak
Bragging about a dime piece
Or time piece child please be sensible
‘cause lying's indefensible
Bullshit’s detectable we all got noses
Even if what you admit is reprehensible
You will be respectable just
Because you told it
I'll never say protect your neck
‘cause truthfully I’m more Beck
Than Inspectah Deck
You've got to come original
On your etch-a-sketch
Or get shaken up then left next to death
In other words if you wanna be a folk hero
And they're all selling lemonade
Sell Coke Zero
Do something different, when you rap stuff
And hold on, prepare to blast off
But don't get gassed up like electric cars
Or be after last call spitting empty bars
Because anyone who has time to envy ours
Is probably all talk like NPR
If you burned all your bridges
Shit is looking destitute
Dig tunnels to exit through
Don't think with testicles
If you want your homey dead
Keep him texting you keep your friends near
Keep your foes right next to you
I'll tell you what Jay-Z told me
"Hoes will get you sidetracked then
Clapped from close feet"
Distracted from tasks by ass
I know it's tight
But you could lose money, time
Even your life
Plus bitches are crazymoving on
I hate political rappers more
Than I do Lebron
I've been a Celtics fan for super long
So keep Chechnian rebels out
Of your stupid songs
Go be a columnist, go be a novelist
Like a rap a song is a solution to all of it
Yeah Obama's heard of Common
But I doubt Michelle
Bachmann has got Pac in her Walkman
It's Sarah McLachlan sarah McLachlan
Sarah McLachlan
It’s Paula Cole and Sarah McLachlan
It’s Edwin McCain and Sarah McLachlan
It’s Joan Osbourne and Sarah McLachlan
It’s Joan Osbourne and Sarah McLachlan
Sarah McLachlan
It’s fucking Paula Cole and Sarah McLachlan
(spoken, with echoes)
The sea living, beautiful and life giving
Seems as you ride to be everywhere about you
Behind, before, around
Now it rises like a lake, gemmed with islands
And embosomed with rich swells of woodlands
Now you catch a peep of it
With your right hand among
Tufts of oak and maple
And along it spreads on your left to a
Majestic sheet of silver among rocky shores
Hung with dark pines, hemlocks, and spruces
Harriet Beecher Stowe, Letter from Maine 1852