cynical bastards - lodeck & despot lyrics
[verse 1: lodeck]
my glamorous life, ulcers and terrified
softies at open mics, fake lights, fake mics
real sweat, burger king refills and dollar meal rodeo scratch
drip, catch the ripple effect illusion creepy
out of place, premeditated nightmare d-mn skippy
with a fold-out patio chair in sin city
catch a buzz like any self-respecting cult member does
mcs are just lunatics who pretend to count bars
grimy, bite p-ssy, spit bars
slit wrist watching wizard of oz
cynic
[hook: lodeck & despot]
underground hip-hop! (yay)
this beat is dope! (it’s okay)
i’m ill! (i got nothin’ to say)
first name ain’t really lyrical
i’m a cynical b-st-rd
lo’ from j23
[verse 2: despot]
i’m living proof that the smallest figures
can cast vast shadows of doubt
giving your all to everything, and that’ll amount to nothing
i walk the crooked path up to my house
huffing and puffing
shaking my fist in the air, thinkin’ of something
to tell kids down the block that point and laugh at my mumbling
like they’ll never reach their dreams
gray-haired, sayin’ “that’s life,” it ain’t a sitcom theme
it’s more like ten people jammed in a closet yellin’
there’s poison in that lemonade the neighbor’s kids are selling
he writes your name on greeting cards and purposely misspells it
keep depending on the kindness of strangers
their lives suck, and you’re the perfect candidate for blaming
maimin’ ego, that’s how the happy family feeds
the gl-ss slipper broke and the foot’s starting to bleed
fat skipper floats past the sleeping scuba team
screams “i’m dying!”
one yells back “we’re tired!”
swim towards the light, grab hold of something spiritual
open your arms wide and hope to embrace a miracle
and catch death, then curse life for gettin’ rid of you
i’m cynical
[hook: lodeck & despot]
underground hip-hop! (yay)
this beat is dope! (it’s okay)
i’m ill! (i got nothin’ to say)
first name ain’t lyrical
i’m a cynical b-st-rd
d-e-s-p-o-t
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