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Folsom Webb - Grey Area

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Channel: JosephO75 · 2012 · Music

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Song by Matthew Osborne

Lyrics:

In that gray area, nothing to excite me
Half bent skiiers on the slopes tried to swipe me
Six sick sinning got me tripping over truth
And it's a ticket for abuse or it's admission to excuse
But you'd love to list and choose..
Faux pas persona, realness you never had none
Cus if you had tempted you'd catch a bad one
Advice for you kids about life, it's some shit:
I've learned that patience is a virtue and that time is a bitch
Fuck it, lifestyle over budget, the secret is I love it
You've got to untie the knots, kick the habit or kick the bucket
I'm nervous at first it's a burden to seek some trust yet
First impressions got me changing mindstates or changing subjects
Honeydip lost taste, new flavors with no luck
Chuggin 44 Vicks like beers when we broke up
Toke up, the fog's too thick for anyone to find me
Finally feeling like there's no one even fucking standing behind me
Paranoia will get the best of ya, rhymes are the messenger
Cus on any given day my thought process is irregular
Natural, change is no hassle. Kick the old decaying carcass
And bow to me as I take another bump of stardust
My planet's under control. same earth, old rock, new flag
Remember way back when when I sold 9 rocks to God all in the same bag?
Take a drag and think of everything that you've never had
Not exactly mad anymore, I just want to select a path
Past events got me passed since, got my name spoken in past tense
How the fuck am I buying happiness? All I have's no sense
Not enough, a dollar short, just a bag full of stems
Life's just a trip around this whole axis again
I imagine my pen's got one hell of a pokerface
Hypothetically if human, if you're stubborn well then you know the case
A broken pace, blow the jays all hoping that it ain't overlaced
I mean fuck it, I figure cus everyon'es smoking shit that's sold with base
In this world of plastic, people, magic, needles and habits
When reality comes back, shit, it's seeming only average
So who am I? I do or die, hesitation's social suicide
Closed windows to my soul so I never saw the color of any humans eye
Nowadays the balance stays just about all around okay
I stuck my neck out, my head out waiting for the crown to lay
King of all sounds, mother nature's one maestro
I'm way up in the magnetosphere waiting for the rest of em to die slow

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