f*** a critic your lyric and a church.
it is what it is.
Lyrics
f*** raisin the roof
im raisin my seeds
plantin this groundation
with the foundation please.
no need to apply
for critics dexterity obselete
in love with serendipity
lust for trust i could believe
born without a chance
like strung out twins in a van
i taught the devil how to dance
when i was just a little man
stayed high underground
aint no monster in my closet
its dormant in my D.N.A
in the wake like fara faucette
funny how the strangest
turned out so famous
even so desolate
like the old testament of amos
funny how the strangest
turned out so famous
so so desolate old testament of amos
