Gym Class Heroes Album

Hi, have you ever wondered what it would be like to listen to some music?
Well this is your big chance
You see, music is much like a brochetted butterfly, with a shadowy prominade of effervescence, yet sloos down the bottom of misty moutains of darkness
Like a flirtatious flounder upon a non-reflecting mirror
God, what is this opaque window of comfort, that we cannot overcome?
It is a manafestation of love
It a forest of emtpiness and it is an ocean with no water except where that which fills it
So as you listen to this masterpiece release yourself from the prison of captivity and let your soul free
Because only a free soul can be captured by greedy soul theives
Who will have sold it to Leprechaun gold miners
But it is only when your soul is taken away, that you can take it back
And this my friend, does not make any sense whatsoever, or does it, no it does not
Ladies and Gentlemen I give you The Papercut Chronicles

She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....

We met 22 years back
Fresh out the womb
Now she consumes me,
No room for self these days
And she's so demanding
Do this, do that
Don't forget to take your medicine
I hate it when her face is invading my head again
The welcome mat reads "please take off your shoes"
But she disregards the statement
I've grown accustomed to bending my beliefs to
Satisfy her needs
But I'm fed up
With plugging cuts everytime they bleed
So I dip my pen in the puddle
What a bloody mess its been
Trying to end this struggle
But I love her,
She's the reason for the lesions
Man I love her
I start bleeding when she's leaving
And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of
All the lessons learned
On my missions to try to find her but
I'll sit alone until she comes back home
And I'll be waiting by the phone

[phone rings:] "Hello?"

She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....

[On the Phone]
She don't live here no more
I heard she's staying down the street with the dead beat
That don't treat her right with two bad ass kids
Guilt and Regret
And I'm willing to bet
My last album that she's wishing she was kissing me

Man the nerve of this bitch
Pardon my French
But it's been 10 days
And I'm getting kind of light headed
Maybe I'll write her a letter in a gentleman's way
And send it with the hopes that she might get it
I can't believe I let her run all over me
But all I think about is
When she's here and holding me
I love her
She's the reason for the lesions
Man I love her
I start bleeding when she's leaving
And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of
All the lessons learned
All my missions trying to find her and
I can't complain
I kind of like the pain
She ain't even got a name
She just lives in my brain
And says..

She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....

She says she loves me but
(she really thinks that im an asshlole)
She says she loves me but
(my ears are too big)
She says she loves me but
(i pick my nose too much)
She says she loves me but
(she says i never really listen)
She says she loves me but
(i take too many pills)
She says she loves me but
(i never pay my bills)
She says she loves me but
(i wait until the last minute)
She says she loves me but
(i dont try hard enough)

I walk on decrepit bricks
And kick sticks and rusty soda cans
Simply for lack of better stimulation
Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons
So sedation compensates for unexpected vacations
(Thank you )
That's my pre-gratitude
Post-please leave me alone that's just my rude attitude
No dysfunction flipside, I'm just your ordinary citizen
They're waiting patiently for me to sin again, but then again (shit...)
I'm really mommy's little angel,
But that angel on my shoulder got strangled
For trying to tangle with his nemesis he caught him on the wrong day
And got cut like DJs spinning doubles -(let the fucking song play)
I'm on my way to the store,
Ignoring the city to purchase a pack of marb reds
With a stack of rolled pennies
I could go for Denny's, and my stomach holds plenty,
But my pockets got holes, I guess the goal is to stay empty...
Quite simply put, me and my pockets share interest
I never fall in love with that pretty green-eyed temptress,
Twice (yeah right)
I learned my lesson the first time
I just couldn't keep up with that ever-changing Jordan line of foot apparel
Parallel to many clones, my eye's vision monochromes
With seven shades and twenty tones
Plus I breath artistic, they eating everything I'm feeding them
Put myself in every painting and use my spit as mat medium
And results of my children
We share the same genes,
Cast the same reflection and interpret the same dreams.
Like whoa [x3]
Whoa [x7]

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

I walk down dead end streets like I didn't see the sign
Just to turn around and walk back
That's fine and dandy, but what's whack is the fact I'm still walking
...like... "thank god for walkmans"
I'm only yawning cause these simply minded
Mortals make me sleepy
So what do I do? I resort to TV
In the seemingly lousy attempt to numb myself
With lackluster images
And insignificant information like "Willis was really Ty Bridges"
Just to have the upper hand in monotonous conversation,
And for lack of better stimulation
I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional families
With gloomy faces rockin
"Don't Worry, Be Happy" t-shirts, and you're assuming I'm tasteless?
You misconstrue it but your babies will embrace it
The basic essentials of a very bitter young man
That kicks rusty soda cans
And walks on decrepit bricks
With a permanent pair of headphones
Trying to make these lectures stick
I'll let the protestors picket,
Like they are going to make a difference
And watch them die before they realize that their cause was nonexistent

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

I walk on shitty city sidewalks stepping on every single crack
Reminiscent of that joke we used to say when we were snotty nose
My purpose got defeated when my mom turned paraplegic,
Plus I failed my civil service exam,
They said I cheated.
:not to mention tainted urine samples and the attention span of a second-grader
More fascinated with building blocks than wasting time stressing his daily lesson
Hence the ridilin I've been gone with the wind like lucky lottery tickets since day one (one)
I stepped on the left cause rights wrong (wrong)
So what do I do?I resort to friendly games of ping pong and sing a song of sixpence
I'm none the richer, I just kiss her on the lips and keep trucking

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine
And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose)
Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless)
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

If I recall correctly
It was the middle of spring
Walkin with my boys
Contiplating what summer will bring
We started talkin about girls
And it was the funniest thing
As I started to remember some of the funniest things

See there was ashley,
She caught my eye the second that she pasted me
I kissed her once
Then she started to harrase me
She called all night long
I had to buy a brand new phone

And let me see
There was mellony
To have a mouth like that should be a felony
Wouldn't believe half the shit that she was tellin me
I mean dirty vocab
She used to talk like she was crunk

And after that was tiffany
The one with the cute cousin
Are you kiddin' me?
She had a man
But that didn't mean shit to me
He tryed to catch us all the time
But I was just to god dam smooth

And I can't forget to mention Carrie
But that situation quickly got scary
Cuz after 2 days she was like lets get married
Can you believe that shit?
I had to pack my bags and move!

They say I gotta change my evil ways
And I'm workin hard at it every day but
No matter what i do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm tryin not to
If love is just a game that people play
And practice make perfect is what they say but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm tryin not to

I'll always remember Monica
The jewish chick
She'd always give me gifts for Chanukkah
To met her folks she'd try and make me rock a yhomica
But she looked so dam good
She almost made my ass convert

And after that there was Lisa
She had a twin sister, Teresa
I bumped into them at Cam's gettin pizza
The greatest night of my life
Schleps to rock that kill to birds

And there was Erica
She had the stankest breath in North America,
I tryed to slip her tic tacs
But they were scared of her
And when we made out
I always had to plug my nose

And I supose your know the sister
Shoot, I swear by hand and God
I only kissed her
I gotta foot fetish
But she gotta lota blisters
I mean hammer time feet
You think she had walked from Boca Raton

They say I gotta change my evil ways
And I'm workin hard at it every day but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm tryin not to
If love is just a game that people play
And practice make perfect is what they say but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm tryin not to

Yo Matt,
Remember Catherine?
She talked so much
I used to make her bring me aspirine
Bla, bla bla bla
I'm doin fine thanks for askin
I even tryed to make a muzzle
But her mouth would just not quite

Oh Shit
Remember Shuana
I hate to bring her up again
I didn't want her
That girl I talked about
In "that girls a dog" song
Yea the poster girl from pac sun
Almost made me lose my grip

And oh shit
There was Krystal
The meth head
She used to sniff like a fist full
One time she chased me down thr street with a pistol
She tryed to say I took her stash
She bugged out and tryed to kill my ass

And at last we got Kimmy
She went abroad
Came back
And broke up with me
And so I ripped up all them letter that she sent me
I cryed for like 3 days
Then it was back to my evil ways

They say I gotta change my evil ways
And I'm workin hard at it every day but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm tryin not to
If love is just a game that people play
And practice make perfect is what they say but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm tryin not to

They say I gotta change my evil ways
And I'm workin hard at it every day but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm tryin not to
If love is just a game that people play
And practice make perfect is what they say but
No matter what I do
I seem to make the same mistakes that I'm tryin not to

I took cutie for a ride in my deathcab
She tipped me with a kiss I dropped her off at the meth lab
Before she left she made a dashboard confessional
And spilled her guts in cursive but whats worse is
I could still see her bright eyes like sunny day real estate
Oh my and in a funny way the ceiling tastes
So high but no chance
My little chemical romance left a bad taste in my mouth
But I approached her like hey mercedes why the long face
Why you cryin? theres no need
Just put on this coheed and fallout
Boy meets girl jimmy eat world
But Schlep eats pills till hes all out
Not once not twice she was thrice times a lady
Mackin on brand new, but I had to
Bounce over to the postal service to
Pick up these pills that take care of my nervousness
And all the way I saw planes and mistook 'em for stars
She played games but she took em too far
At the drive in
Watching soft porn and you can tell
By the trail of the dead, that there was somethin in the popcorn
I hop in my cab destination midtown
Just to get up with some kids that like to get down
I'd made my rounds and that was that
In between the frowns and scraps and heart attacks
And I remember I seen her ass in early november
On a Thursday taking back Sunday for a refund
She shot a wink like no hard feelings
Then she jetted to brazil man them pills had me spun

This is the story of the year right here
This is hot water music
Put ya ramen into it

Today I wasn’t even gonna take a shower
And then I got a call sayin that my cousin died in a fire
So I washed myself for what seemed like three hours
With tears and rusty water
I need some of that Calgon take me away action, immediately
Before I start scrubbing my hands hard repeatedly
I’m stuck somewhere lethargic between reality
And a fucking school video
Wake me UP

I’ve said goodbye too many times in these 22 long ones
And here I am waving again,
So long friend
I shoulda told her how this town doesn’t like it when people leave
So it finds ways to keep em’
It sows seeds and reaps em’
Now she’s part of this harvest
Different from all the others
Ask her mother how her smile touched souls and warmed cold hearts
Monique I miss you
I wish I coulda kissed you farewell
And given you that tattoo you always asked for
and when im done tatin' thug life on god’s stomach
You got next
I’m done
You gotta take what you want from it
I’m going to wash my hands
I miss you girl

You think you know, but you have no idea
This is the diary of a breathing onomanopia

Now here's another broken link for anyone who thinks my life's together
I rock a raincoat despite the pleasant weather
God's placed a permanent dark cloud above my head
But he was nice enough to loan me a holy umbrella
Well thank ya fella,
How considerate
I'm the illegitimate son of accident-prone degenerates
Today's forecast partly cloudy with a good chance of rain
So I wear my sarcasm badge proudly and
Flash a devilish grin
That'll make the most masculine Men skeptical of his existence
And when the rain begins, I take a seat to retire and admire the spectacle
From a distance
For instance, there was this cat the other day shootin me ice grills
But when I looked, he looked the other way
Now any other day
Wouldn't let this type of shit bother me
Today it was enough to make my lucky charms soggy
So finally I stepped to him
Kindly disrespected him
Looked him dead in the eyes and analyzed how it effected him
He broke down in tears talkin bout how Jesus neglected him

Make this rain go away
Things would be much better
I swear, I swear
If the sun would come out today
Life would be more worthwhile, worthwhile,

And all it took was a sewing needle to deflate my swollen ego
Then pop pop went my God Complex
I never thought 19 yrs after my first breath I'd be in art school surrounded
By corny fucks debating who's more depressed
I'm 21 now, and still can't deal with what's real
But I'll be damned if I give up and settles for pills
Daddy taught me better
Mommy taught me how to crack 40's and jack 6 packs in oversized sweaters
And one time my mother changes
So I'm in the rain waiting
For the flood gates to open
Impersonating my favorite VH1 Behind the Music tragedy
Catastrophe never tasted so acidic before
I'm PH balanced
For the floor? But strong enough to stay a float
And doggy paddle long enough to catch that
Life preserver rope
And then I'll be on a parallel ladder laughin like,
Damn my man, for the love of Pete what happened

And finally I step to you
Kindly disrespect you
Looked you dead in the eyes and analyzed how it affected you
Watch you break down in tears talkin bout how J
Esus neglected you
Misdirected the definition of pitiful

Make this rain go away
Things would be much better
I swear, I swear
If the sun would come out today
Life would be more worthwhile, worthwhile,

Yo, you ever watch a whole day wash away like your
Very last match that got wet the second you struck it
Well go ahead relieve your stress, kick bucket all you want,
A cigarette that never mattered's all you stuck with

You ever watch a whole day wash away like your
Very last match that got wet the second you struck it
Well go ahead relieve your stress, kick bucket all you want,
A cigarette that never mattered's all you stuck with

Make this rain go away
Things would be much better
I swear, I swear
If the sun would come out today
Life would be more worthwhile, worthwhile,

You think you know, but you have no idea
This is the diary of a breathing anomanopia

Pillmatic breezing these down I'm poundin Honey Browns
I'm pillmatic the oxycontin got my stomach rottin
Pillmatic I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit I'm pillmatic

Thinking back on when it all started
I found pink hearts in mommy's little pocket book
And took em
Poppin when she wasn't looking
I guess it runs in the family
I'm liable to eat any pill you randomly hand me
Save the greenery
I'm looking for them labels reading
May cause drowsiness be careful when operating machinery
Beautiful pharmaceuticals
Residue in my cuticles
Sniffin them with a suitable
Wishin they made em chewable

Catch me in the source with five pills next to my name
Like fuck five mics I want five vic fame
If killing pain is the name of the game
Then I'm your number one draft pick
Dash quick to the closest medicine cabinet
Kill the whole bottle
Never played the role model position
I'm just livin
So take 2 of these and call me in the morning
Ima take 4 and finish this 40 cuz life's boring

Pillmatic breezing these down I'm poundin Honey Browns
I'm pillmatic the oxycontin got my stomach rottin
Pillmatic I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit I'm pillmatic

Keep the hydro unless it's codone behind it
Never have to roam far from home to find it
Writin' fake scripts like my doctor signed it
Till I spelled his last name wrong
This ain't a song for the kids like the last album
Put em to bed go ahead and turn the Valium up
A couple meds to ease the pain of the papercuts
The doctor says slow down maybe later buts
40 milligrams, a 40 and I'm faded
This world is crazy so I stay medicated
Percoset, Ativan, and Klonopin
When my social lights are out
They turn them on again
I'll eat em till I'm born again
Oxycontin, orange juice and gin
Equals projectile wild style burner on a porcelain

Pillmatic breezing these down im poundin Honey Browns
I'm pillmatic the oxycontin got my stomach rottin
Pillmatic I swear to God I'm not an addict
But I'm still at it, dag nabbit I'm pillmatic

[Verse One]
I'm like nine minutes away from finishing my nine hour shift
and wishin I was gone nine hours ago
Cause nine hours wasted, tossin back of this chicken
I coulda written nine verses just in time for the show
Slacker mindstate livin on time that's borrowed
My motto's I'll stop procrastinatin tomorrow
I took the sorrow from the windchimes, left happiness lonesome
And strung up sarcasm to make the melody wholesome
From my lungs to my feet, I'm breathin everything I speak
And now they chargin for oxygen and the bill's due next week
I'll be a day late and a buck short, story of my life
I wish my pay rate was much more, duckin swords in the rat race
I didn't apply for runnin towards something that's fake
And thinkin, why for? They shuttin doors right in my face
And sittin high horse is a car and a dope place
Somethin to die for, this is my war, so

[Chorus]
Now I'm schemin on plots to make my pockets swell
Simple livin is a bitch but damn, I do it well
Some are fortunate to make it and, some of 'em fail
Some locomotives push through and some of 'em get derailed
Schemin on plots - HEY, HEY
Simple livin is a bitch - HEY, HEY
Some are fortunate to make it - HEY, HEY
Some locomotors push through - HEY, HEY

[Verse Two]
I lead a crocodile mile lifestyle, I run and slide
But when it's time to collide with the bump, I always bail
Cause I'm not ready for that dive or that silly nine to five
Solidified career option, a hop skip and a leap
away from rock star, and not too far away from fillin pop's shoes
The idyllic hard workin type of calloused hands
Complete with wife, kids, dog, house, and picket fence, that's nonsense
I'm convinced I'm built for better things
And won't settle for the empty smile that cheddar brings
It seems like I'm workin hard simply cause it's what they say I have to do
You graduate and then you either get a job, or you go to school
12 years wasn't enough?
That's more than half of my life spent tryin to make the world accept me
Plus I've got the papers saying that I made it through
Now I'm working 2 jobs, 3 with music and you don't respect me?
Fuck it I'll retire now, you'll work until you're 62, and

[Chorus]

[whistling until beat stops]

(feat. Patrick Stump of Fall Out Boy)

Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da
Ba ba da da

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

It's been some time since we last spoke
This is gonna sound like a bad joke
But momma I fell in love again
It's safe to say I have a new girlfriend

And I know it sounds so old
But cupid got me in a chokehold
And I'm afraid I might give in
Towels on the mat my white flag is wavin'

I mean she even cooks me pancakes
And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is

We even got a secret handshake
And she loves the music that my band makes
I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun
I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun

(ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

It's been awhile since we talked last and I'm tryin' hard not to talk fast
But dad I'm finally thinkin' I may have found the one
Type of girl that will make you way proud of your son

And I know you heard the last song about the girls that didn't last long
But I promise this is on a whole new plane
I can tell by the way she says my name (ba ba da da)

I love the way she calls my phone
She even got her very own ringtone
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is (ba ba da da)

It's gonna be a long drive home but I know as soon as I arrive home
And I open the door take off my coat and throw my bag on the floor
She'll be back into my arms once more for sure

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

She's got a smile that would make the most senile
Annoying old man bite his tongue
I'm not done
She's got eyes comparable to sunrise
And it doesn't stop there
Man I swear
She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten
And now she's even got her own song
But movin' on
She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard
And we can be on the phone for three hours
Not sayin' one word
And I would still cherish every moment
And when I start to build my future she's the main component
Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but
Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)
Not much of a girlfriend
I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)

I knew this kid named Alberto
Funny style cat
And his girl looked like a turtle
Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle
High school track
He ran the hurdle
His peers shed tears senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average A student
Participated in class,
Never came late
And never truant
His family was picture perfect
His older sister was prom queen
His dad a decorated vet from the Vietnam team
His mother was Dear Abby,
An ordinary house wife
Like clockwork, always had dinner on the table at 5
But Alberto had a monster he kept under his bed
Instead of letting it out,
He just got a girlfriend instead
She knew something was funny
Shecould tell by his behavior
Or the way he flamboyantly shook his hand
When he would wave to her
She thought nothing of it
And just shoved it in the closet
Until the day that word dripped out like leaky faucet
Alberto was homosexual
I ain't have nothing against it
But little Ronnie Johnson and all his football player friends did
They'd always pick and nag
Call him "fag" and such and such
And couldn't wait to get to gym so they could really bust his nuts
The gym teacher never cared
He'd just join in on the action
He'd make silly gestures
And compared him to Micheal Jackson
Alberto couldn't take it
He'd just stop showing up and whenever he walked them halls
He just felt like throwin' up
And night he would cry and cry and ask "God why?"
Like "God, why the fuck'd I have to be born this way?"
God would reply, "Son, you've gotta show 'em you're more than gay"
Cause he had dreams to be a track star
Until that warm April night
Them gay jokes went way too far
Ronnie begged for his forgiveness
And invited him to a party
Cause his parents went away
And left him plenty of Bacardi
Alberto kindly accepted
He was finally accepted
Except it was all deception
And left them all unprotected
It was a plan Ronnie had scammed
To get him in the right place
Verbally degrade and rearrange his pretty face
The plan would go swiftly
They started calling him sissy
One punch turned into fifty
They beat him till he was dizzy
Now Alberto lie in blood
While his peers look on in fear
He took his last breath
And passed away his senior year

Needless to say
It was one big tragedy
And how was Ronnie gonna explain to his family,
While they were on vacation taking in sights
He got wasted and killed a kid that night

Don't be a slave and behave the way they do,
Just utilize the gifts that God gave you [x4]

I knew this girl named Maria
Bright and talented
With aspirations to be a
Big superstar
What a great idea
Until she fell off and started to listening to her peers
Oh dear!
Now Maria was your typical obnoxious
Analytical head strong rebel
Flippin' off the principal
Single mother home structure
She looked after baby brother
While mom worked two jobs
Just to buy supper
Pops was a struggling musician
Troubled man,
Juggling family and heroin addiction
He overdosed and left a notice of eviction
And a crate of records on the table in the kitchen
And a little angel with a keen sense of sound
Who saw silence in the records she found
And she would stay up late at night
Reciting songs to herself
Under pale moonlight
Righting wrongs that her pops made,
Promised her mom she'd never go that same route
Turns out
Carrie Anne had other plans
Her and her man Ronnie most popular,
Second best to nobody
Homecoming queen versus ugly duckling
And the story ends the same way
Ok, Ronnie's parents went away for a couple of days
And told him "No Drinking"
What the fuck were they thinking?
Maria was oblivious that her boyfriend had already been invited
So when Carrie Anne asked
She got all excited
Like "damn now I got something to look forward to"
Or so she thought
Maria kindly accepted,
Except it was all bullshit
Not pay attention,
Carrie Anne hated Maria cause she could sing
So she scored a bag of heroin
But the craziest thing was
Maria never touched drugs, she did that night
And when her man was getting beat
She was nowhere in sight
Now her boyfriend lie in blood
And she had no idea
Alberto passed away and she got hooked her senior year
Needless to say
It was one one big tragedy
And I hate to break it but
It doesn't end happily
A warm day in May,
The sky was so beautiful
Carrie Anne died in a crash leaving the funeral

I knew this kid named Alberto
Funny style cat and his girl looked like a turtle
Not Lisa Turtle, just a turtle
High school track he ran the hurdle
His peers shed tears in senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average A student
Participated in class and never came late and never chewin
His family was picture perfect, his older sister was prom queen
His dad a decorated vet from the Vietnam scene
His mother was dear Abby, an ordinary housewife
Like clock would always have dinner on the table at five
But Alberto had a monster that he kept under his bed
And instead of lettin it out he just got a girlfriend instead
She knew somethin was funny she could tell by his behavior
Or the way he flamboyantly shook his hand when he would wave to her
She thought nothin of it and just shoved it in the closet
Until the day word dripped out like leaky faucet
Alberto was homosexual, I ain't had nothin against it
But little Ronny Johnson and all his football player friends did
They'd always pick and nag call him fag and such and such
And couldn't wait to get to gym so they could really bust his nuts
They gym teacher never cared he just joined in on the action
Make silly gestures and compare him to Michael Jackson
Alberto couldn't take it he just stopped showin up
And whenever he walked them halls he just felt like throwin up
And at night he would cry and cry and ask God why
Like God, why the fuck I had to be born this way?
God would reply, "Son, you gotta show em you're more than gay"
See he had dreams to be a track star
Until the wonderful night the gay jokes went way too far
Ronny begged for his forgiveness and invited him to a party
Cause his parents went away and left him plenty of Bacardi
Alberto kindly accepted, he was finally accepted
Except it was all deception and nothin while unprotected
There was a plan Ronny had scammed to get him in the right place
Verbally degrade him and rearrange his pretty face
The plan would go swiftly, they started callin him sissy
One punch turned into fifty they beat him till he was dizzy
Now Alberto lie in blood while his peers looked on in fear
He took his last breath and passed away his senior year

Needless to say it was one big tragedy
And how was Ronny gonna explain to his family
While they were on vacation takin in sights
He got wasted, killed a kid that night

Don't be a slave and behave the way they do
Just utilize the gifts that God gave you (4x)

I knew this girl named Maria
Bright and talented, with aspirations to be a big super star
What a great idea, until she fell off and started listening to her peers... oh dear
Now Maria was your typical obnoxious analytical
Headstrong rebel flippin off the principal
Single mother home structure, she looked after baby brother
While moms worked two jobs just to buy supper
Pops was a strugglin musician, troubled man
Jugglin family and heroin addiction
He overdosed and left a notice of eviction and
A crate of records on the table in the kitchen and
A little angel with a keen sense of sound
Who sought solace in the records she found
And she would stay up late at night reciting songs to herself under pale moonlight
Righting wrongs that her pops made
Promised her mom she would never go the same route, turns out
Carrie-Anne had other plans
Her and her man Ronny most popular
Second best to nobody
Homecoming queen versus ugly duckling, and the story ends the same way, okay
Ronny's parents went away for a couple of days and told him no drinkin
What the fuck was they thinkin?
Maria was oblivious that her boyfriend had already been invited
So when Carrie-Anne asked she got all excited
Like "Damn, now I got somethin to look forward to"
Or so she thought
Maria kindly accepted, she was finally accepted , except it was all bullshit
Now pay attention
Carrie-Anne hated Maria cause she could sing
So she scored a bag of heroin but the craziest thing
Was Maria never touched drugs, she did that night
And when her man was gettin beat she was nowhere in sight
Now her boyfriend lie in blood and she had no idea
Alberto passed away and she got hooked her senior year

Needless to say it was one big tragedy and
I hate to break it but it doesn't end happily
A warm day in May the sky was so beautiful
Carrie-Anne died in a crash leavin the funeral

I'll kill it, I don't give a fuck [Travis talking]

Traded in my hollow words for jelly-filled verbs
And 5 pound pronouns and predicate, this is Schlep's etiquette

For sloppy-fabled manners get ya napkins, Matty Duke kick the
beat and I'm rappin
Top of the line, top of the world, top of the mornin to ya top
dog
That's a top-notch tie ya got, tie it in a knot
Till ya eyeballs pop out, so you can actually see what an actual
MC looks like
And if I had to pick and choose, I'd be the indecisive dick in
the votin booth, laughin at my options like
Stop the presser on the media, Schlep rock is leavin ya
Walk with prosthetic concoctions, I thought I told you
You just a toadstool while Mario with firepower stickin dick to
the princess, it's just senseless like that David and Goliath
drama
Might as the slingin stone, you're basically defenseless
Anyway you wanted Schlep rocks, cocks obnoxious, it feels like a
midget is chillin in my boxers

I'm Sorry [Travis talking]

[Intro conversation to open]
If he were recording
If he were recording right now
Then he would be getting all this at the start
My track - yo we should have a freestyle on this
Freestyle? Hit 'em off with somethin
Spit a verse Travis, spit a verse
Quit picking your nose, and come off
Quit picking your nose? Fuck you

[Freestyle]
Traded in my, hollow words for jelly-filled verbs
And five pound pronouns and predicates
This is Schlep's etiquette for sloppy fable manners get your napkins
Matty Duke kick the beat, and I'm rappin
Top of the line, top of the world, top of the mornin to ya top dawg
That's a top notch tie you got, tie it in a knot
'til your eyeballs pop out
So you can actually see what an actual MC looks like
And if I had to pick and choose
I'd be the indecisive dick in the votin booth
Laughin at my options, like
Stop the press, inform the media
Schlep Rock is leavin ya, walkin with prosthetic concoctions
I thought I told you, you just a toadstool
I'm Mario with firepower, stickin dick to the Princess
It's just senseless, like that David and Goliath drama
Minus the slingin stones, you're basically defenseless
Anyway you wanted Schlep Rock's cock obnoxious
It feels like a MIDGET is chillin in my boxers

[Outro]
Whaaaat, what? (I'm sorry)

Now who you know leave the scene
Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a mess you dissect it and make sense of it
Then get back to me at your earliest convenience
Check my verbal sequence as I texturize these tracks
Seven layers to be exact eliminate the whack
With a firm brush stroke I mc paintily
Lyricists begin crumbling from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and visual keep my drips minimal messages subliminal
Cause me and rap go way back we compliment
So together we enhance one another that's common sense
High intensity catches the eye your jaw drops
Be a real critic not explicit with false props
I keep my darks deep my lights bright I'm very thorough
With my churascurro inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me rock the spot like ? minus the heroin
And make my face popular like Andy did to Marilyn
Its kinda scary when real art gets left behind
While they take bullshit and start sellin it to blind folks
But I remain humble as long as ? continues spinnin hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred color wheels of steel
Fuck mass appeal art is art only the real can truly feel it
So open your eyes and listen
Combine your ears with vision
Or do it cause you love it
Or for cash that's your decision
That's your decision
That's your decision

Its like I'm torn between two worlds
A paintbrush and a microphone
A canvas or a beat
CD or LP
Anything goes when my ink pen flows
And God only knows where its gonna bring me next
So I'm inclined to like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you chose the path that I chose
You know the cycle ass ho don't front
It goes inspiration and productivity then a sense of self worth and in steps depression
Like back and forth and forth and back
Should I paint a picture or record a track
A gift or a curse I don't know I'm still undecided
But over the years I've found clever ways to hide it
And those that lack the passion I have may despise it
But my momma made me this way I thank her everyday
So tell them kids to keep coloring outside the lines
Until they lose they limitations and they minds is free
Tell them teachers that you want your money back this time
And tell Bob Ross for all the happy little trees
And tell my momma that her baby boy is doing just fine
Although hes running out of patience but his mind is free
And tell my pops that I'll pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two steps away from where he needs to be

She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....

We met 22 years back
Fresh out the womb
Now she consumes me,
No room for self these days
And she's so demanding
Do this, do that
Don't forget to take your medicine
I hate it when her face is invading my head again
The welcome mat reads "please take off your shoes"
But she disregards the statement
I've grown accustomed to bending my beliefs to
Satisfy her needs
But I'm fed up
With plugging cuts everytime they bleed
So I dip my pen in the puddle
What a bloody mess its been
Trying to end this struggle
But I love her,
She's the reason for the lesions
Man I love her
I start bleeding when she's leaving
And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of
All the lessons learned
On my missions to try to find her but
I'll sit alone until she comes back home
And I'll be waiting by the phone

[phone rings:] "Hello?"

She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....

[On the Phone]
She don't live here no more
I heard she's staying down the street with the dead beat
That don't treat her right with two bad ass kids
Guilt and Regret
And I'm willing to bet
My last album that she's wishing she was kissing me

Man the nerve of this bitch
Pardon my French
But it's been 10 days
And I'm getting kind of light headed
Maybe I'll write her a letter in a gentleman's way
And send it with the hopes that she might get it
I can't believe I let her run all over me
But all I think about is
When she's here and holding me
I love her
She's the reason for the lesions
Man I love her
I start bleeding when she's leaving
And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of
All the lessons learned
All my missions trying to find her and
I can't complain
I kind of like the pain
She ain't even got a name
She just lives in my brain
And says..

She says she loves me
But she comes and goes when she pleases
When the door shuts
It's like another papercut
And now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades
Claims she loves me
But she cuts me into pieces
When I'm sewed up
Here comes another papercut
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids
Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....

She says she loves me but
(she really thinks that im an asshlole)
She says she loves me but
(my ears are too big)
She says she loves me but
(i pick my nose too much)
She says she loves me but
(she says i never really listen)
She says she loves me but
(i take too many pills)
She says she loves me but
(i never pay my bills)
She says she loves me but
(i wait until the last minute)
She says she loves me but
(i dont try hard enough)

Now I could sit here and baffle you
With shallow babble
And a bunch of punch lines
You probably won't get
Or even use some big words
That you'd have to look up
But, I'm not a teacher
So go ahead and close your book up
I could tell a fairy tale so convincing
And keep a straight face from beginning
To happy ending
I could waste 32 bars telling you how to live
Knowing damn well I used mtv cribs for the blueprint
I could bore you to death with my past relationships
Or a little ditty bout Jack and Dianne
Or I could go back to childhood
Dig up them skeletons
And spit them at you with a catchy hook
Look, I could strike a nerve with some four letter words
That'll make Richard Pryor proud
Or better yet, I could sing a jingle that'll contort and mingle
Every single solitary letter in the alphabet

(I could tell you whatever you want to hear
But if I just said hello would you listen to me?
I could sell a blind man new ears
If I just said hello would you listen to me?
I'm trying hard trying to make it perfectly clear
But I'm dying because their aint nobody listening to me
Been relying on myself on myself for more than 22 years
And I aint crying I just need someone to listen to me
Can I get some reply get maybe some kind of sign
to let me know that you're listening to me?
Just from time to time I get lost in my mind
Its hard to find someone to listen to me
My ears were open when you needed some consoling
I'm hoping till the sound you hear echoes
Every time I say hello)

I could talk about my duds
And my thrift store scores
But that probably wouldn't interest you
But why should it
I mean, I've seen a lot of shit in 22 years
But your feet in my shoes isn't something I recall
And I've been known to drink 22 beers
Before a show cuz
otherwise I probably wouldn't have the balls
I could make references to books I never read
For the sake of sounding conscious
But, that's just obnoxious
I could take off these bandages and
Expose these papercuts
And put them in the air
with both my middle fingers up
or talk about myself in third person
like I'm better than you
cuz there's nothing else better to do
I could attack your character from
Eighty different angles
Cleverly explaining exactly how wack you are
But why do that when it's a well known fact
you buying this cd is potentially feeding me
(come on)

(I could tell you whatever you want to hear
But if I just said hello would you listen to me?
I could sell a blind man new ears
If I just said hello would you listen to me?
I'm trying hard trying to make it perfectly clear
But I'm dying because their aint nobody listening to me
Been relying on myself on myself for more than 22 years
And I aint crying I just need someone to listen to me
Can I get some reply get maybe some kind of sign
to let me know that you're listening to me?
Just from time to time I get lost in my mind
Its hard to find someone to listen to me
My ears were open when you needed some consoling
I'm hoping till the sound you hear echoes
Every time I say hello)

Hello, is there anybody out there?
Hello, is there anybody out there?
Hello, is there anybody out there?
Hello, is there anybody out there?
Hello, is there anybody out there?

Thank you.
You know exactly who you are
You played the role of superglue
When I was falling apart
Through all the papercuts
And all the broken hearts
You played the role of superglue
When I was falling apart
Thank you.
You know exactly who you are
Through all the nightmares
And anxiety scares
You played the role of superglue
When I was falling apart