E. Coli

[Intro] You see the songs, though, are, are, is what I do Is, is write the songs and sing them Therefore, it's all pure feeling What we're playing is complete honesty Now, psychiatrists say that if you can trace the origin of your fear, it will disappear [Verse] My thoughts, dreams, plots, and my schemes That's what's on my mind when I toss in my sleep My heart like my pen when I jot and it bleed My cart full of sin, when I shop it's a spree I got some new leaves I'm like "What's the word with you, sir?" You just moss on a tree, I'm not concerned with you I leave the curb when I'm crossing the street I'm watching out for the Mark of the Beast The badge on the policeman, black carpenter pants A half ounce in 'em, another half ounce in my fleece And on account of this, go ‘head and count me out of this I'm out with the breeze I'm dodging county, it's a thousand degrees It's back alley shit, my nigga, look My eyes wide open, I'm sleepy, I'm on a highway Paul Giamatti, a nigga was sittin' sideways A bubble and a Skully when traveling through the Tri-state And trouble play the gun, hear it clap and it make my mind race Back and forth, I place fourth, keep your torch Got your morsels on my plate, motherfucker I wasn't born, mama snatched me off the motherfucking stork on a Friday Say that shit to my face [Outro] If you listen sometimes, you can, you can get a whole conversation full of people talking Two bars and a song sometimes For me, knowledge is everything If I learn something, everything You still learning? Yeah I learned something the other night I learned something last night