Cornball Throne Room ft. Wry Fawkes & Mr. Mellow Lyrics

You need to focus out loud

Ain't no one going to stand up n shout

Got to be your own person right now

Only ones wearing masks be the crown

And only crown decides what be left

Down every bite before their next breath

I would know

So many come and so many go

Only ever felt laughter at every single show,

Imitated what I didn't know for a single blow

Of two hands clapping in a room in a row

Laminated what I didn't schmo

With use of a pencil

Planted tomorrow with what's known

Jump

Hop-skip-jump

Marry it

Pressures of this first born

Don't wanna carry it

Blind lead the blind to follow one set of mind

Only to find - we got EV, gone are days of chariots

I told these vapid cornballs to go back to the field

Dressed like they got Daddy issues, uneven keeled

I been servin' banquets since oh six, while they sealed on tits

They say they want real but they wouldn't know it if it nicks em

Like a WÜSTHOF, butter soft and prone to cracked phrases

If they're able bodied, why'd they park in handicap spaces?

High praises where yesterday's crooks becomes today's saints

It ain't a result of a holy hands, it's a dark coat over red stains

Saints to sinners, 2k dinners with cash printers

This dynasty coppin' soma to forget they're almsgivers

To the state, garnishee threats cocked at sweaty temples

Prayin to a world that's gone mad mental

I spit raw lentils in rounds like an Elmer Keith

I never keep my shit in its sheath, it will send you beneath, dig a grave with your teeth

Cornballs

All the kings horses

And all the kings men

Ripped off their limbs

Couldn't put them back on again

Once was said is all passe

Better to leave the duffle bag closed

Never repay

These debts are well furnished

4 wheels never played

Balance off your weak rhymes on

Another scheme some day

Maybe not this one, ok

The lands all bought up

Our zones been phased

I got a castle but ain't got no walls

Some of the best shit I read is in bathroom stalls

Wasted dinner rolls on the night they fall

Words before fools Bibles bought at malls

Bitter on the sweet their conscience stalls

"Playing right" on the cast men turn dolls

Purge to cash cheques

It's fashion

No prerequisites

But who gives a fuck what we think

We haven't papered yet