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I give dirt naps to third party bird baths
Watching like a house cat, you quiet as a church rat
(Back in the days) Back in the days I was tentative
Ricky Rachtman, summer days, Bon Jovi "Bad Medicine"
(Slow it down) Take it down slowly
Art house bitches are found around homie
You clowns are roadies
Check my mic levels, make sandwiches, baloney
No kitchen staff, no kids just yet
But one day I'll be a dope father
My pops had a heart attack scare, why bother?
To worry about some internet love (Who the hell is this?)
The blog boys got holes and can't fill 'em up
Cause a Zshare link don't equate to real buzz
Take a walk with half of Clean Guns
I'm stunting on a budget but I still clean up (WHAT!)
Bouncing back from Camden to Delaware
You dancing in my puddles, no Fred Astaire, never there
Null in void, neverless, live alone, I'm spitting less
CAUSE SHIT AIN'T BEEN MOVING ME!
So I base my latest chase and tastes on old movies
Wear tie clips, slide sly dick in broads bougie
Then I dump'em for a two dollar lunch
It's good karma, Shadowboxers always practice their punch
(POW!) Sock you straight in your kisser
And I'm diesel, motherfuckers I've been training all winter
So that dirt nap I give you is warranted
You wanna live marvelous? Shit, you just Marmaduke
A big dog based on pure fiction
And women think scars are cute, come get some
Heavy melodic, run around quiet compound
Only Megan Fox could make me wanna dumb it down
He's counting minutes for the record date
He speaks in third person like Metal Face
Doomsday, Soothsay Hey Kid's your favorite
New shoes and ill suits on my back, I made it
But this is just the prequel
From the boy who played ball five blocks from B. Sigel
I got my Bachelor's, I'm forced to regal
You logged on a messageboard, you're forced to be feeble

[Bridge]
Dirt naps, giving out dirt naps
Dirt naps, giving out dirt naps
Dirt naps, giving out dirt naps
Dirt naps, giving out dirt naps

[Chorus]
Cable man gotta fix my mic
Short circuit for the Slow Twilight
Can't remember my Friday nights
Half moon speaks the Slow Twilight
Cable man gotta fix my mic
Short circuit for the Slow Twilight
Can't remember my Friday nights
Half moon speaks the Slow Twilight

credits

from Broken Clocks EP, track released March 30, 2010
Beat by Douglas Martin aka Blurry Drones
Lyrics by Zilla Rocca (S. Zales) for Three Dollar Pistol Music (ASCAP)

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