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Sage Francis - Stuck lyrics
[slug.]
 you act smart, while i act dumb
 but i know some that still lay under my thumb
 see, we've got issues
 we swing our fists for whatever
 trying to keep the tempo down to the gristle
 they like the small talk, as long as it's about you
 they walk that walk, without knowing how to
 i watch it all, and pretend that i'm above it
 but the truth is, i see her i need it i love it
 [sage francis.]
 i'm stuck with random stray hairs, from ex-lovers
 entangled in each other's desire to stay here beyond their welcome
 sharing the same common problem
 blonde and brunette tightly knit
 and i don't fit in with split ends
 didn't have to worry about them taking me from my dividends
 payed my dues spending time by myself
 she was with her friends
 mingling with single men
 say things like hitting skins to them
 thinking it's innocent but then giving me guilty grins
 swimming with filthy fins
 knocking boots, kicking my shins
 shark infested water torture treatment get beat by the timbalands
 feet is shivering walking on cold rage
 roses like unrelationships, too impatient to die of old age
 [slug.]
 yeah, remeber when you knew all the answers?
 well something shook until you thought you had the questions
 for all the time and effort you've invested
 i find it kind of funny that you haven't learned your lesson
 still guessin'
 the whisper of the leaf, the rustle of the bitch
 when there is no love, nothing makes you rich
 so i give a shrug, and the eye muscle twitches
 in replace of a hug and a lack of superstitions
 [chorus]
 stop thinking you don't belong here.
 you are where you are 'cause you hardly move.
 the music is not gonna' stop
 take your eyes of the chair
 'cause there's others that are under the same impressions as you
 how many seats will the rock bottom accommodate?
 one, too, many people who share nothing but views
 misery is willing to keep company 
 with those who don't ever walk a mile in their own shoes
 [sage francis.]
 so now they swap souls
 they got soul, fuckin' uninspired
 they drive low under the fire of sky dives
 it got old and now they wanna' go higher
 but cops control every single empire with tripods
 [slug.]
 so video, did kill the radio star
 now we're all so cute and drive brand new carsSage Francis - Stuck - http://motolyrics.com/sage-francis/stuck-lyrics.html
 we make music so you can lose your minds
 we do the crimes, so you can do the times
 tell me who can get busy like this man
 well the truth is
 damn near anyone can
 so i'ma buy you some implants and a suntan
 let's follow the plan and get some fat off the land
 fuck this little rapper, treat me like a crook
 maybe if you knew me, you wouldn't sing my hook
 you'd think i was so ugly, you'd be afraid to look
 but maybe if i'm lucky, i'll get a chapter in your book
 doing fine thanks for asking
 standing as the last man
 popping bubbles and aspirin
 ready, set, action, remove your dress
 so we can make a mess
 and hit the world with a little bit of stress
 [sage francis.]
 let's head talk these winds until they
 strengthen for getting footwork
 making power moves on ceilings with head spin
 it unravels the bloody ground, revealing red sin
 we created hierarchy, now there are no kings in heaven
 fatty acids added to the asthma medicine
 breathing heavy at the gates make them have to let us in
 like implying we've been trying our hardest
 using everyone elses' honest way of dying as an armrest
 i promise broken over dislocated kneecaps
 and it's harmless jokes that provoke freak accidents
 laugh at that lapdancer who strips off confidence
 i live off of hope, and providence
[slug: communication tactics are all fucked up. don't blame me i had nothing to do with this.]
 [slug.]
 you play the same damn records everyday
 no wonder you believe you'd never get away
 you wear the same pair of jeans you woke up in
 keep the music coming, keep the movements sudden
 i watched you dance every street of this city
 i feel no pity
 you laid the carpet
 you made the target by yourself, little help
 now loosen up the belt and straighten up the apartment
 finish that book that you never even started
 take a look at that face that hates to look back
 set the oven on bake take a pen out the rack
 season up your past put it in and cook that
 [chorus.]
 stop thinking you don't belong here.
 you are where you are 'cause you hardly move.
 the music is not gonna' stop
 take your eyes of the chair
 'cause there's others that are under the same impressions as you
 how many seats will the rock bottom accommodate?
 one, too, many people who share nothing but views
 misery is willing to keep company 
 with those who don't ever walk a mile in their own shoes








