Testo Fire Walk With Us

You don't even know what fuckin' love is. What is love? Love shit!

I love living. It's fun giving, to come with it
My son's just like me, I'm not kidding
The right kind of wrong for so long;
Create and perform, then I'm off and I'm gone
Don't I make it look easy or what?
Keep talking, I won't interrupt Something about Frame
Doesn't allow pain
To anger, outrage
To ruin his sound wave
I don't need a campfire to sit by
From the gate, every rhyme, I've been nice
Not a fan or a fair-weather friend
That'll step on your neck, out to leave when I can
No magician when it comes to art
I suck at even shuffling a deck of cards
I'm distant like a kid being messed with
Twisted as a grin from a misfit
I sit back and drink it in
Hear the snare drum crack like a broken rib, just
Concentrate on what you have Chip away everyday building off of that

Love is doing. Doing is being neat. If you're neat, you're showing love to a guy! Alright cha?

Now sit back and drink it in
Hear the snare drum crack like a broken rib
Just concentrate on what you have
Chip away everyday building off of that, cause
Rex and I fought for years
Without giving up how to express ideas
So here's to the ones that no can touch
No one can break, no one like us. Trust
I am not the guy
The hole you crawled out of, go back inside. Don't I
Make it look good from afar?
The closer you get is when things fall apart
The secret to the recipe
That's wetting your whistle like a referee, who keeps
It going on like he won't ever fold
And makes you feel better that you're doing what you're told. Burned out, there's a fire you own
And we are the theme song for lighting your dome
Bound for glory like Woody Guthrie
Showing what love means across the country now

Fire! Facing the sun
Tired, but we go on. Go on
Tired, so we go on. So long

Don't I make it look good from afar?
The closer you get's when things fall apart
The secret to the recipe
That's wetting your whistle like a referee
Who keeps it going on like he won't ever fold
And makes you feel better that you're doing what you're told. Burned out, there's a fire you own
And we are the theme song for lighting your dome
Bound for glory like Woody Guthrie
To show what love means across the country;
Whether French, Greek or Portuguese
English, Dutch, Thai, or Japanese
I started young with the heat of a fastball
Beating up records for a needle to scratch on
Digging in the crates, vinyl shopping the greats
With too many records and not enough space
I don't want what you have, need what you need
Or forgot who I am, I'm still that emcee
Bringing something that's worth your time
In a world too busy trying to fuck with mine
To impress you is only a lost cause
And to impress me, is really the hard part

Fire! Facing the sun
Tired, but we go on. Go on
Tired, so we go on, so long

Love shit!