Rule 76. No Excuses, Play Like A Champion Lyrics

Do you remember roads without potholes

Senators spinning stories riddled with plot holes

Kite runner with a motto

Sin city vato

Selling off pieces of flint

What do I know? (I know)

What the fuck do you know? (who knows)

Running in place

A static ghost chase

Dreaming a groundhog dog day

Summer on replay (replay)

Summer on replay (replay)

Now I'm dreamless

Can't remember a thing

I'm seamless

Don't need consolidating

Ever catch a chill?

Question what's real?

Wanna be hotter than a nashville chicken sandwich

Or A bad bitch pushing transcendental bullshit

Not your average sentimental spokesman

Rocking a yellow coat like Gordon the long shore man

A maverick or the antithesis of plastic

A bad habit the precipice of static

Etchin exorcisms

Modern harbinger of holy hate

Hell bent on making you shake

Or fuckin levitate

It's on the tip of your tongue

But you can't get it out

It's on the tip of your tongue

But you're bitchin out

It's just over those hills

Used to love those kids

Now they're pretty chill

Getting sick off the truth I wanna spit it out

Just let me in the booth I think I'm manic now

Too much shine willl make the whole crop die

Guided by pride now the wetlands dry

You ever try to sleep with the lights on?

a TV lullaby my favorite song

What's real?

What's real?

What's real?

What's real?

What's really real?

Not a common seller

I'm a connoisseur

Not the kama sutra

But I'm not your common suitor

Try to box you in think they gotcha figured out

Time to switch the scene up instead of chasing clout

You got your head in the clouds

You need to come back down

Back to hollow ground

I'm not tryna telegraph a response

I'm just backing up to track your weak spots

You've been weighed

I've been judged

We're all found wanting love we don't deserve

Don't question boundaries and definitely don't push them

I've worked in foundries you click clack and push pens

These kids are perfect

These kids are perfect

No need to question

Their direction

(Hurt people hurt people well they hurt people hurt people hurt people hurt people)

Been a year since I was holding

Get texts but I'm not folding

Like a hex without a potion

Tryna flex without the protein

Having sex without the motion

Perplexed by your emotions

I could turn this into a chorus

I don't like to repeat my

Self medications losing its force

Meditation makes it worse

2 years then I can move on

From fears I'll never out run

These tears they form an outline

Made clear by my tragic outcome