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Roam Lyrics By The B 52S

    sep sev sev two
    your thoughts don’t really matter
    cause your actions don’t follow
    what you do don’t matter
    cause you don’t see tomorrow
    i don’t know you that well
    but i know about your rep
    i had to leave the room cause you was too consumed with meth
    i salted the steps
    now there’s no excuse for slippin’
    put away all the toys
    try to avoid trippin’
    your voice is different is it really you talkin’
    change the subject
    too often i’m kickin’ dialogue with puppets
    i simply wear a smile
    play the role of dumdum
    mr nice guy
    mr lie’boutwhereicomefrom
    humble
    the type you either love or disrespect
    defense mech never even perceived me as a threat
    guilty
    but still i let the real me through once in a while
    to put a smile on the face of those that feel me
    acknowledge this game that’s played
    cause if you don’t you’re short
    and we’ll be quick to read your page
    how’d you find me
    c’mon you didn’t i found you
    used careful strategic position to surround you
    i got skills got steam got heart got team
    the true advantage is the evidence of things not seen

    hook general woundwart sep sev sev two
    you don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
    you don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
    you don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
    why don’t you eyeball your info cause your motives keep crowding me
    you don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
    you don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
    you don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
    c’mon and eyeball your info cause your motives keep crowding me

    pat juba
    we set the scene monday vibin’ on ad
    clearly i recollect data be percept
    mad emotion move irate
    irrational following
    customer’s violation blazed the eighth just before
    a fatigue dungarees askin’ questions
    about size texture color packin’
    paternal 6 inch patrol nonchalantly
    so he think but bluntly
    and actual frontin’
    my personal’ is try to again and raise supporters
    in a surplus with borders
    mega hawk in my frame with twin mirrors
    i can’t afford this
    my comfortable levels have been distorted
    my
    a veteran of amnesia
    seize the cranial region fuck you i’m leavin’
    the color issue
    overexposed plus glamorized
    demagnetized to enforce the iller lies
    like i’m not racist but the actions
    nice you’re minnesota but it’s still about skin
    should i a bomb the place c4 from my cousin
    the aura buzzin’
    or b terrorize the plumbin’
    or saturate the surface with flyers to serve justice
    nervous of how to hit him with truth for street service
    i got the sks
    assault bless your chest we’re mental
    a future revolu’ comin’ out

    hook general woundwart sep sev sev two
    you don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
    you don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
    you don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
    why don’t you eyeball your info cause your motives keep crowding me
    you don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
    you don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
    you don’t see if you only see what you’re allowed to see
    c’mon and eyeball your info cause your motives keep crowding me

    general woundwart
    patiently i’m waitin’ in the brush ready to destruct
    a hooknosed scoundrel slice his throat on the downlow
    i see the platoon steppin’ through the marsh
    lights only supplied by the moon and the stars
    it’s pitch dark
    glowin’ is the red of the eyes of the antagonists
    b5s and battleships
    i’m makin’
    i’m trackin’ with my scanner checkin’ out my periphery
    i hope that my commander’s somewhere lookin’ detectin’ me
    infrared scopes right next to me
    i drop my head to my lap and start breathin’ heavily
    heavy breathing
    as the steps get closer
    my limbs get colder
    i start to lose my composure
    it’s over
    that’s what i’m feelin’
    i’ve been defeated
    i’m sittin’ in my own feces
    thinkin’ of defense
    the sequence runnin’ through my mind at the time of the sticky situation
    is i don’t want to taste gun shell and casings
    so i’mma do what i have to do
    i’m not a match for you
    so i won’t try to you
    bag the tool cause i don’t want to get my life trashed
    call me a coward cause i’m throwin’ up the white flag

    my eyes are open and i don’t like what i see
    my eyes are open and i don’t like what i see
    my eyes are open and i don’t like what i see

    Artist: The B 52S

    Year: 1990

    Decade: 90s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 416