Dire Prep - Nit-Picking

I see things you don’t
I see things you don’t
I feel every boost in precision, most won’t
I see things you don’t
I see things you don’t
I feel every boost in precision, most won’t
Life and death ain’t the same for us all
Wish I could switch my spot put my blame on call
Lift my chain off the wall, let it fall
Instinct a pink sink with distinct character
Stan, sticking his dink up in her derriere
Where in where?
American dreams, men and women fucked on the obscene
Jizzin’ like a soda-fizzin’ when her motor whizzin’ past you
Kiss him honey his money will never go past you
Boys and girls: I fucking laugh at you
Instead of feeling bad, I’m fucking mad for you
Ain’t that sad dude?
I’m glad to help the sad dudes and dudettes
Losing my respect for you I gain it for myself I’m set
Moving to a moodier depth, it’s all groovy, slide and step
Put down your tooly – your unruly flex
Hold that shit until its truly when
Look at what power does ruling with death
I see things you don’t
I see things you don’t
I feel every boost in precision, most won’t
Ima God damned problem
They can’t solve him
They tried to – I robbed them
Of everything they took from our ancestors
Karma’s a bitch but look, I’m her grandson
More of what I get, or more of what I long for
Storing my regrets, I’m better off for
What’s next?
Jet-setting this hectic mess-I uh
Already told you Ima problem
Hobble and wobble Ima watch you get up
Ima put you back down
Where you started – stay tough
Unless you can see the truth in-between lines
The root from each vine grew
Now we struggle with hang time (shit)
The booth is where I find peace of mind
“And 3-3-3 eggs, raw”
More of what I get, or more of what I long for
Storing my regrets, I’m better off for
What’s next?
To perfuse the juice up in the system
Concentrating on movement improving while your twisted
Mind-denied missing position
Armies of visions you never figured it out
You spent your whole damn life trying to figure the riddle out
Now you’re stuck in the figure trying to wiggle out
You’re giggling now
You’re giggling now
You’re giggling now
You’re giggling now
Ima God damned problem
They can’t solve him
They tried to but I robbed them
Of everything they took from our ancestors
Karma’s a bitch but look, I’m her grandson
Jet-setting this hectic mess-I uh
Already told you Ima problem
Hobble and wobble Ima watch you get up
Ima put you back down where you started – stay tough
Unless you can see the truth in-between lines
The root from each vine grew
No wonder we struggle with hang time – the booth
Is where I find peace of mind
The signs will blind you –before the Sun – Shines!
Who did you think I was, some Peabody? (Mr. Peabody!)
Godly persona, no lies – looking over
Hot as July! Still cold as October?
I see things you don’t
I see things you don’t
I feel every boost in precision, most won’t
Godly Persona, no lies – looking over
Hot as July, still cold as October
It’s over for you
Stay hip to the bullshit or get tripped falling over
Your fear

Written by:
Ryan Willette

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