Profit & Loss

[Dessa] (Chorus) Oh, I can see the writing on the wall Climbing to a height I can't fall from, when it's all done I gave my honest and the fates came calling. (2x) [Dessa] It's all profit and loss, it's all risk and return You get married, divorced, you get hot, you get burned But the wheels go round, your number comes up You hope the wood you're knocking on can bring a little luck From bassinet to casket, goes by in a flash Gotta keep your belts fastened, everybody crashes You take a little damage, yeah you spit a little blood But we'll always manage love, cause everybody does [Mike Mictlan] Pshh I ain't …, shit I ain't fuckin around Spit that champ, huh, what? Mikey cut it down Like a pound of boiled shrimp, peel and eats, cook it out Peace to foodhead and super sous chefs Cause you and your abtronic ain't nothin like Bambaataa All Zap, no Roger. Bleeding through bandanas, older than Dan Rather Faker than Danny Tanner, I could make up any answers Just pack up your back-up dancers Cause the tanning beds are closed, and the panties are all sanitized Santa Claus to Santigold, patron saints are pacified Passed up on the revolution, pass the sweet potato fries Pack up all the Metamucil, passing that'll take some time We're in recession, but disease is in remission I paid admission so pay me or pay me no attention That's funny, thought Sims said they paid no mind Another False Hopes, shoulda known that DT would be on fire (Chorus) Oh, I can see the writing on the wall Climbing to a height I can't fall from, when it's all done I gave my honest and the fates came calling. (2x) [Cecil Otter] So shoveling your shit, the shit man, get gone Cause your sick songs are sick senses that did wrong And it's along the way that they cut to your cause you're laid off Your oar's lost and you're sunk in something that you whored off It's a sore spot, I'm outta lies and the voices in my head are telling me some sound advice like, Doomtree, it's that king shit with a crown of flies Climbing up the ladder hand by hand, to mouth, to rhyme [P.O.S.] Oh no, P.O. will bust no Pinocchio flows, gotta feel me Double meaning, no lies or dissing Rather die than be stereo typed, if your with it, then ride with me We Doomtree. Ganderin b-back, slanderin the wack, scratch that, no time Challenging the facts as they're laid out Until results are satisfactory we on smash We're hard please, what that means is that we outlast [Sims] Better bet, Imma bet it all and jet No time for regret, if I do it, then I do it like I meant I'm a giant when I walk up like cement, no sign I ever slept runnin through them cold nights, full sprint till my soul was worn Till the sunlight's warm on my head I'm steady pushing limits till I take flight right over the ledge Like my ancestors said, may you land in heaven before the devil knows you're dead (Chorus) Oh, I can see the writing on the wall Climbing to a height I can't fall from, when it's all done I gave my honest and the fates came callin. (2x)