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)