Sage Francis Gunz Yo Lyrics

A Healthy Distrust Track Listing
  • 1 The Buzz Kill
  • 2 Sea Lion
  • 3 Gunz Yo
  • 4 Escape Artist
  • 5 Product Placement
  • 6 Voice Mail Bomb Threat
  • 7 Dance Monkey
  • 8 Sun vs. Moon
  • 9 Agony in Her Body
  • 10 Crumble
  • 11 Ground Control
  • 12 Lie Detector Test
  • 13 Bridle
  • 14 Slow Down Gandhi
  • 15 Jah Didn't Kill Johnny

  • i'm on fire, i'm on fire
    me too, me too
    guns yo, i keep one in my pillowcase
    it keeps me safe when i sleep, still i keep awake
    what if my dream girl pays a midnight visit?
    i see the world thru the scope but i gain no insight with it
    when i get introspective i put the safety on
    make these songs
    with the biscuit sittin in my shaky palms
    i'm a man now (a real man)
    not the one who went to two colleges
    grovellin' over meal plans
    i'm starin' at the ceiling fan
    all wide-eyed
    amazed by the ways the blades break the silence
    i used to be afraid of firin'
    it sounded startling
    but now i'm starting to hate the quiet moments
    might remind you of a mike
    by the way i hold it (to the grill)
    a homophobic rapper
    unaware of the graphic nature of phallic symbols
    tragically ironic, suckin' off each others' gats & pistols
    i got more back issues than guns and ammo
    cuz my oozy weighs a ton
    and i never let go of the handle
    hangin' on to mommy's pant leg
    double-fistin'
    knee-deep in shells kickin' ballistics
    this dick is a detachable penis
    an extension of my manhood positioned like a fetus
    an intravenous hook-up feeds bullets to my magazine
    nevermind the bullocks, my pistol is a sex machine
    guns yo (sex machine)
    bust it
    i got another gun (what)
    i keep it in my briefcase
    it keeps me safe at my workplace
    cubicle gangster who's in need of his personal space
    angster of love who's unable to look girls in his face
    cuz i know that all the stupid people increase the birth rate
    i'm just about dumb enough to hold up a sperm bank
    make my demands and then facilitate fur trades
    empty the bird cage and release the mermaids
    huh
    i got a watergun
    i keep it in my mouth
    it keeps me safe from the things i like to speak about
    but words are leakin' out
    and all these smiles that i crack
    are like a dam on the verge of collapse
    there ain't no turnin' back
    in fact i can't hold down my fluids
    can't retract statements
    without water displacement
    flooded the basement
    then sought refuge
    removed my waterproof vest and then i kicked off my wet shoes
    made it to dry land
    pistol in hand
    fistfuls of ammo riding on a camel
    thru a desert of sand
    lucid dreams are a lot like computer screens
    people have pretentious conversations but i shoot the breeze
    blow a hole straight thru their long-winded theories
    hold my own and make songs for them to sing with me
    its the same type of heat that millie used
    to break the ice with santa claus
    when she made him sing the christmas blues
    capitalists strung her up for killin'em
    every manufactured holiday they sacrifice another victim
    before wartime depression sets in
    i get to step in
    and shoe shine my weapon
    i'm hemorrhoid, i'm the leader
    you're dead like dey la
    i hold my crotch like a nine-millimeter
    guns yo
    (i'm on fire) (me too)
    (nine-millimeter) (sex machine)


    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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