The Penny Tree Lyrics

Featuring The Antiheroes

(Intro)
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Yo

(Verse)
I'm becoming the man that I pretend to be
I quit racing with the rodents to the penny tree
I wanted every leaf when I was 17
Give me everything, please, don't sell me dreams
32 with a bloodstain on a pocket knife
And dead bodies tanning under a closet light
I'm no novice, with my tail and my balls tucked
I've got nothing to lose and prove, I'm washed up
An obituary column in the wrong month
I depended on my talent and ignored luck
Appetizers, handshakes and cold hugs
Back scratching, hand jobs and warm cum
You can't hit a homerun if you don't play ball
And I chose not to show up with my own glove
I guess I'll never be a rap star
I'd rather be Babe Ruth in my backyard

(Hook)
Where I used to be
But I'm nowhere near from a wannabe
We doin it
Take his worst song and think it through
Now lead me where you never been
I'm better than I ever been
We runnin this rap shit
Watch your mouth, better yet hold your tongue
I'm in the wildest mood, don't fuck with me
Hey lil soldier, you ain't ready for war

(Verse)
They said to swallow my dream. Don't follow it please
Hollow I seem seeking what I may not achieve
It's hard to conceive the notion of being motionless but I must
Once had devotion but now I'm choking, my heart is dustD-sisive - The Penny Tree - http://motolyrics.com/d-sisive/the-penny-tree-lyrics.html
I'm missing the lust, the rush I received
Now what's become of me is not a sight I want you to see
So even to breathe got me hurtin at certain degrees
Force I'm a fiend for this life from which I doubt I could leave
Inside I bleed, entertaining some thought in which I was coming up
But soon enough I saw through it, fuck it I'm out of luck
Stuck in the runnin so what do I got to lose?
I'm sick of singing the blues, been broken, beat and abused
Come have a seat and let me fill up your cup as we toast
Convince you all to take a sip, call me Derek your host
Go ahead and boast about lavish living, I hope you choke
You're drinking death and it's making its way on down your throat

(Hook)
Where I used to be
But I'm nowhere near from a wannabe
We doin it
Take his worst song and think it through
Now lead me where you never been
I'm better than I ever been
We runnin this rap shit
Watch your mouth, better yet hold your tongue
I'm in the wildest mood, don't fuck with me
Hey lil soldier, you ain't ready for war

(Verse)
Couple years ago I held the world inside my palms
Spun it on top of my finger, I'm aimin to hit the sun
Ricochet off nine planets, I'm cyber walking with guns
Fully loaded on your screen, I'm a fiend to receive your love
On top my karats I gave you all of my blood
Walk inside of a hospital, surgical mask and gloves
Can't repair a globe trotter who's feet never travelled further than your navient souls
I'm stuck inside of a local bud
Such a nightmare, I fight fair is why I'm wrong
Spoiled milk, sour taste in my dialogue
Die a black death, a peasant what they purchased more
A losing janitor but fuck it I can mop the floor
Non stat cat, feelin double digit box scores
Shit, sidelined with the endless dream
To set sail, instead stuck here with Gilligan
Inserted in my mind frame, I'm running out of ink again
Dang