Problem Goblin - Intellectual

[Intro.]

Grae

Breaking away 'cause your life just ain't my style

Living in circles, looking for change in a turnstile

I could make a change and make a wish all in the same night

Wishing switching rhythm was easier than pitching

Second handed heated beats for rock and roller lyrics and lazy artists feats

Really, man?

Dying from crying and over lying to my mind

And not thinkin' that I could have changed

Without drawing some lines and not keeping an eye

On the time and my mind

I am using music to the point it's abusive

And if that's not just muse-ic

Then how else should I choose it?

Give it to the Goblin

I could make a second drum track just appear

Once again change up the penning, like Lennon

I know it's not the prettiest way to go, but

I'm pretty sure I know how to run with the show

Do ya now?

Pretty sure I know

Pretty, pretty sure I know how to run with the show

Just faking the breaking and makin' rhyme my ammunition

Like a deadly premonition I am driven by decision

The precision of the vision will only leave you begging

I am letting the setting lead right up to my beheading

Denying the Problem Goblin will only ever cause him to

Stir up an old, black, cauldron full of fiery complication

You can keep your salutations for departing regulations

All of this Godly creation is so ready for cremation

Don't refuse the explanation, there is truth in Revelations

Huh, alright, goodbye for now

Gonna use the one take