music: n. hexum, c. sexton, c. grubb lyrics: n. hexum,
c. sexton, c. grubb
And I, I notice the tapestries on the wall as well
And I, I stand up and hit my head on the mobile
And you, you look around too And we, time passes easily I've opened
up my mind So you can step inside You can expect to find A scenic
ride Pointy head pizzeria perfect penetration Mezcal cuts off my
brain communication Belligerence, lost my intellegence Talkin mess
like shut up and listen to me Because cuttin' through the crap
is my specialty Like a bomb I'm droppin yes a ton a lead You're
tryin' to figure out the last thing I said I'm a Redwood, I love
to be a tree yes I'm a Druid My words they're flowin' out like
a fluid Never give in never conform I'll be bustin out rhymes
in a triplet form Right Now In another room, I sit and contemplate
That winter night, my words were filled with hate In second sight,
I should have known my fate But it's all right, now we're in a
different state Chorus Expiate, to make amends for hostilities
It's easy to see that for me, in reality I'm not one of those
fools With an ecclesiastical whitewash To set my ethical standards
You'll never cathc me lookin' to Ann Landers Or Moses or the law
or even Buddha If there's one thing I know It's always be true
to myself And learn from experience
Educated by nights of violence, trips to jail, Broken knuckles
and friendships But that gives me the power to write a groove
that rips Right Now I Am