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nose ring - quake matthews lyrics

[intro]
i tried to sleep
and i fell in and out of half dreams
i remember my father saying
that you’re about to awaken (look)

[chorus]
look, i grew up off of fast food and cold drinks, track suits and gold links
no capsules, we used to parachute the whole thing (yeah)
new thing trippin’, i f*ck around with my old thing
hit it so good that i probably knock out her nose ring (uh*huh)
[verse 1]
man, i still got my sense of humor
i spread love while they spreadin’ rumors
yeah, she spread her knees, i spread my seed, we call it evolution
got trees blowin’ in the breeze like it’s weather conducive
to hurricanes, my brain needs a circuit change
the world brought me so much pain, so i hurt the game
kurt cobain, last nerve on the murder train
my teen spirit’s gotten stronger since my thirties came
rappin’ like a younger me, hungry as budapest
my capital all comes from me, no one can induce my stress
you could check the humidex ’cause i’ll be turnin’ up the heat
till the day i got a ocean view from these sunken seats

[interlude]
yeah, you know i love the smell of ocean in the morning
i’m scotian, godd*mn it

[chorus]
look, i grew up off of fast food and cold drinks, track suits and gold links
no capsules, we used to parachute the whole thing
new thing trippin’, i f*ck around with my old thing
hit it so good that i probably knock out her nose ring (uh*huh)

[verse 2]
second verse, different flow, same bottle, different glow
cognac, honey, throw it back like a give*and*go
eyes high, hat low, skip the line, enter through the back door
like goodfellas, get to the cash flow
put it in the floorboards, that sh*t way safer now
ever since trudeau started freezin’ them bank accounts
f*ck it, though, i’m self*made
job title, h*ll’s trade
so i practice self*praise
every time another move is made, i just look up in the mirror and say, “well played”
outwit, out*hustle, outlast, outweigh
out*flip, out*muscle, outcast, andré
3k just for the bottles, boy
[chorus]
look, i grew up off of fast food and cold drinks, track suits and gold links
no capsules, we used to parachute the whole thing (yeah)
new thing trippin’, i f*ck around with my old thing
hit it so good that i probably knock out her— (uh*huh)

[verse 3]
yeah, f*ck it, three verses like it’s 2002
b*tch, i’m agin’ backwards like i drowned in the fountain of youth
all of my enemies cliqued up and are now in cahoots
when i’m through with ’em, their careers won’t be salvageable at all
i do what i will and say what i want
’cause art suffers when boundaries get involved
it silence what’s in your heart
so i’m about to cancel cancel culture
and that’s for even thinkin’ you could cancel culture
just by throwin’ darts, hopin’ they stick
well, how’s this
for politically correct, b*tch? choke on my d*ck
and, woah, he’s so appalling and rude
well, did you ever stop to think that just maybe my audience isn’t you?
you don’t like it? feel free, put that pause b*tton to use
’cause i’ma keep talkin’ my truth

- quake matthews lyrics

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