Cancion : Civil Obedience Artista : Sage Francis Album : Human The Death Dance Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-civil-obedience-de-sage-francis (Sage) You can't kill me, motherfucker You can't kill me, motherfucker You may try, but you will die You can't kill me, motherfucker Go to bed late, then I have to wake Get to work, keep it goin', can't stop, can't take a break Gotta get it done, in time for me to do the things I wanna do But in the time I finished it, it's time for me to talk to you And then explain what I do in my day, well It's complicated and you say, "Pray tell" And now we'll try, if I miss any details Think about it later and send it in an email Cause my brain is on a loop, but there's a buzz That I need to troubleshoot, not now Gotta gotta get the work done Last item of the day is turnin' to the first one I, never gonna never gonna I, never gonna never gonna I, ain't gonna ever gonna die Huh, pedal to the medal, gonna get ahead Gonna run another red light in the dead of the night Lettin' the light from my cellphone distract my eyes Sexual text message into my mind Fingers are busy, but now I'm lookin' in the mirror Cause the people behind me, they're givin' me the middle finger I'm kill'em if they pull up any closer to my bumper Short-tempered mother... shut your mouth! Drinkin' the coffee, now I'm dumpin' it out He's honkin' the horn like "You wanna throw down" He thinks, "Oh boy, you wanna go now" I'm ready (I'm ready), for the typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience (di-di-di-difficult isn't it) I'm a just man, with a company van And a supervisor who just does a summary scan And a coworker who's always like "just cover me, man" In the morning we all get in the huddle again Like "Can we even make more money" I wonder what the luxury is really taken from me I don't even have to worry (ha-ha-ha-hiiii) Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedient people Are gonna die, cause they can't live my life All eyes on the small guys makin' small noise In a small town with the small music men They're just fall guys, in the law's eyes Your voice is worth more than you know and you're not foolin' anyone I'm not a con-artist, you pencil in your promises, eroding eraser tips I'm sick of your colleges, expensive taste tester, "Spit that wine" Excessive waste, yes, but it's that time For me to get randomly checked again Bored until you're marked with a blood-red pen Water bottle sittin' in my pocket and I'm walkin' with a grin Cause the liquid isn't permitted, I'm rippin' up the ticket For the lady at the counter as confetti in her face Shoulda never let me in this place Fly, fly boy in the brownest state I feel I'm never gonna be let out the gate, because I'm the bomb Yea I said it; cool, collected and calm Maneuver through the computer to do a little song My music got the charm, smoother than a cougar Attack the mic and get on the intercom Hello passengers, fellow activists, whether you're masochists Mellow pacifists, tell those faxin' it, it's no accident By the end of this record, you're gonna know Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedient people Are you listenin', love? We got a 30 for us Can you hand me enough, can you hand me my stuff Bout to move out this scary cemetery of trust Livin' just a little bit of it isn't nearly enough Livin' just a little bit of it isn't nearly justified Because ah-ah-ah-I, ah-ah-ah-I am Never gonna never gonna never gonna never gonna die (Sage Speaking) I wanna kee- I wanna keep making things an-and death really is Is uh not to be part of my eh-eh-everyday activities It's not to be in my music anymore, I don't want it there It'll-it'll sneak its way in and out, but that's that's, we're beyond that I mean de-de-death only as a concept is what matters and-and God as a concept is-is-is one of those huge things to me And to you, I know you, I know you much better than you think I do uhh I hope we meet sometime, I'd love to shake your hand and um maybe get a kiss Uh right there, on my face And uh I don't know maybe have sex a little bit ========================== Letra descargada de Letras10.co ==========================