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Nest Songtext
I just broke the nest
and I just shit on the mold
and I can′t wait to be old
and have no regrets, and rebuild that nest
but in the mean time
I'm a owe cause I need mine
oats get felt till I′m old like Greenspan
and that motherfuckers old
I hope I make a debt for all
I probly won't
Wheat bread, oj, I'm feelin that Old Bay
just a sprinkle on my eggs then I′m on my way, way
lookin for a new day
yesterday wasn′t shit and today looks the same
everyones got a boat but the shit won't float
when that city goes broke everyones unpaid
and the people need aid
citizenry so desporate even athiests pray
people doin it for self never mind brothers help
that empire crumbles you′ll be lookin for a, blade
cause the guns are all taken
what you thought was you wealth just turns into paper
hatin every other person that you see
cause they got a loaf of bread
and you want somethin to eat
you want somethin to be
and you want somethin to do
but when nobody is talkin nobody can tell the truth, I'm gone
I just broke the nest
and I just shit on the mold
and I can′t wait to be old
and have no regrets, and rebuild that nest
but in the mean time
I stay cold like freeon
king of the castle
no lasso, no peeon
thats why I like to keep my eyes closed
cause I'm tryin to help these words get a life and keep goin
I spit the true story
we came for glory
we came for more than what a bucket can hold
we tryin ta feed a village while avoidin the pillage
but I heard it′s kinda tough when those suckers are low
ya see they got this fire
they use this fire
ta keep us blind to our thoughts, our desires
on a higher plain yea we tame these liars
we got our water, motherfuck your fire
we keep on bangin
those bells keep rangin
people could go home but na they're stayin
the clock keeps ringin and the time keeps changin
smiles everywhere you wouldn't think that it was rainin
fuck that sunlight
look at this gunfight
who′s a flash blast
fireworks looks fun right
4th of July
we gettin high
we dig those graves
looks like we took for granted all the good old days
and I′m gone
I just broke the nest
and I just shit on the mold
and I can't wait to be old
and have no regrets, and rebuild that nest
but in the mean time
I glow neon like Deon
a light so bright it′ll shine for the eon
and thats why I keep my eyes closed
cause that shit'll scorch my retina if I try ta keep em open
One of those times you can′t keep your voice from shakin
Inflection breaks pace and you can't be fakin
you wish you were, overanalyzing things that you did before
back when makin a mistake was just his or hers
it didn′t matter, fuzzy math, chalk it up to dumb youth
the fact that your ass was in college
any major fuckups that happen
line em up in a column title that shit knowledge
It's like a free pass
the best endorsement to force kids into gettin A's on reports
it′s an invite to lala land
where the grass is greener then Jim Cricket on an HD screen
like when Ready to Die was remastered
sure it sounds good but the ′94 version was the classic
I can't go back and neither can you
so just deal with it, heal quick, and head the truth
the truth is the proof
I aint up in the Jello
it′s when the drama builds up with the strings of the cello
and regret takes a backseat to wakin up fresh
open up the blinds lookin at the sun and sayin hello
and maybe that sounds cliche, ha
but maybe cliches ok
cause lately we been searchin for a reason
and even tho we can't see or touch it
I can hear it and it′s breathin
and I just shit on the mold
and I can′t wait to be old
and have no regrets, and rebuild that nest
but in the mean time
I'm a owe cause I need mine
oats get felt till I′m old like Greenspan
and that motherfuckers old
I hope I make a debt for all
I probly won't
Wheat bread, oj, I'm feelin that Old Bay
just a sprinkle on my eggs then I′m on my way, way
lookin for a new day
yesterday wasn′t shit and today looks the same
everyones got a boat but the shit won't float
when that city goes broke everyones unpaid
and the people need aid
citizenry so desporate even athiests pray
people doin it for self never mind brothers help
that empire crumbles you′ll be lookin for a, blade
cause the guns are all taken
what you thought was you wealth just turns into paper
hatin every other person that you see
cause they got a loaf of bread
and you want somethin to eat
you want somethin to be
and you want somethin to do
but when nobody is talkin nobody can tell the truth, I'm gone
I just broke the nest
and I just shit on the mold
and I can′t wait to be old
and have no regrets, and rebuild that nest
but in the mean time
I stay cold like freeon
king of the castle
no lasso, no peeon
thats why I like to keep my eyes closed
cause I'm tryin to help these words get a life and keep goin
I spit the true story
we came for glory
we came for more than what a bucket can hold
we tryin ta feed a village while avoidin the pillage
but I heard it′s kinda tough when those suckers are low
ya see they got this fire
they use this fire
ta keep us blind to our thoughts, our desires
on a higher plain yea we tame these liars
we got our water, motherfuck your fire
we keep on bangin
those bells keep rangin
people could go home but na they're stayin
the clock keeps ringin and the time keeps changin
smiles everywhere you wouldn't think that it was rainin
fuck that sunlight
look at this gunfight
who′s a flash blast
fireworks looks fun right
4th of July
we gettin high
we dig those graves
looks like we took for granted all the good old days
and I′m gone
I just broke the nest
and I just shit on the mold
and I can't wait to be old
and have no regrets, and rebuild that nest
but in the mean time
I glow neon like Deon
a light so bright it′ll shine for the eon
and thats why I keep my eyes closed
cause that shit'll scorch my retina if I try ta keep em open
One of those times you can′t keep your voice from shakin
Inflection breaks pace and you can't be fakin
you wish you were, overanalyzing things that you did before
back when makin a mistake was just his or hers
it didn′t matter, fuzzy math, chalk it up to dumb youth
the fact that your ass was in college
any major fuckups that happen
line em up in a column title that shit knowledge
It's like a free pass
the best endorsement to force kids into gettin A's on reports
it′s an invite to lala land
where the grass is greener then Jim Cricket on an HD screen
like when Ready to Die was remastered
sure it sounds good but the ′94 version was the classic
I can't go back and neither can you
so just deal with it, heal quick, and head the truth
the truth is the proof
I aint up in the Jello
it′s when the drama builds up with the strings of the cello
and regret takes a backseat to wakin up fresh
open up the blinds lookin at the sun and sayin hello
and maybe that sounds cliche, ha
but maybe cliches ok
cause lately we been searchin for a reason
and even tho we can't see or touch it
I can hear it and it′s breathin
Writer(s): Evan Sewell Wallace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com