Perspective

By Fyre

On VIII

Released on November 11, 1999

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[Swank Daddy]

We face the rest of our lives with no choice in the matter

If this is Hell, I ain't here, so fuck it

I ain't a dog for the money or a dog for my damn self

I'm a dog for my dogs, and this is how we roll

So when I call I'm at the dough to the bill, they're the only shit I feel

What else is real?

Don't have to speak, they trust me with the wheel

Blunt after blunt, bitch, we built a palace

So don't ask for the shoes cus they'll never fit

My dogs are down for me, before you suck this dick

Face the rest of our lifes, this ain't no trip

It's home for me now, this world don't mean a thing

So if you ever treat me like an ordinary day

This is how it is, and this is how it stays

Come for the freedom of fucking a new date

It's a home for me now, this world don't mean a damn thing

So if you ever treat me like an ordinary day

This is how it is, and this is how it stays

Come for the freedom of walking to a new day

This is where we are, this ain't what we do

Jump off the rhythm to bring back something new

Road is fuck all that sent out the story of the letter

Unaddressed to the ends of this feather life

Couldn't imagine what our songs invite

Blown around like a ray of light


[Mxlplx]

Witness the life of a dead man, be offered extinguish

I tried but I couldn't, do anything but leave this

Life in the wings, dove off the plank to put my life in perspective

Shooting blanks at the lock on the exit

Realize I was born with a deathwish

Not afraid of suicide, cus I know where I'm protected

So when I die, and my sad soul's protected in the sky, don't forget it

Never felt alive, always been connected to the other side of this lifetime sentence

Watching the Sunrise light the Heavens

At times it feels like I've only been alive for a few seconds

Before I know it, the Sun's already setting

Relaxing on my own, thinking about where I'm headed


[Young G]

Fuck this world, land of the selfish

Nights of sin, days at the devilish

I'm just fed up, don't know what I want

The type to say, "fuck you" and flaunt

Creating ghosts to haunt, terror X in the plot

Tight and zoned, ready to roll

Wait until your soul blown out control fold

Another day depression, the dreams of the lonely

Only solely those who owe me really care to show me

I give a fuck, really

I'll be surprised if I don't die early

Squirrely and goofy, just to keep from flashing

You can say what you want if it's on a mashing