E. Coli (Instrumental)

You see the songs though are, is what I do

Is write the songs and sing them

Therefore it's all pure feeling, what we're playing is complete honesty

Now see I'm just saying is if you can trace the origins of your fear, it'll disappear

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 sitting sideways

I'm bubbling a Skully when travelling through the Tri-state

And trouble play the gun, hear it clap and it make my mind race

Back and forth, I place forth, 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

If you listen sometimes you can get a whole conversation

Through maybe about two bars of a song sometimes

To me knowledge is heaven if I learn something that makes me

Still learning?

Yeah, I learned something the other night, I learned something last night