[Slug]
Man shut the $#&@ up!
It wasn't 'til like 1997 that you stopped tryin to be Prince

Whassup man? Why you look all upset all the time?
Ohhh, it's like huh
To be honest I kinda respect

the way that you be walkin around all stupid like that

And with a Sean Daly type of obsession for women

He starts off to the sunset on his sins
And he looks to the sky past the blue in the clouds
And says, "Damn God tell me you ain't proud"

Everybody's talkin 'bout the end of the world
Like everybody wanna make friends with my girl
I guess y'all got bored with the good old days

Like there ever really was any anyways
Don't ever close your eyes unless you're tryin to sleep
But you never fall asleep unless you count some sheep

And them sheep don't baa unless you $#&@ them raw
So shut your mouth and pretend that you're deep deep
How deep? Deeper than her panties

Deeper than the pile of steering fluid in the antifreeze
And I'll be damned if she survives the trip
Second guessin each breath that rides her lips

I'm tryin to drive the %#@!, only alive
to fit inside of her hips, it's time for a sip
Fibers of the mind rip into fine strips

of life and love while I was tryin to get a grip

[Chorus: x4]

Get a grip and, let it live man
Life is a (*##$ and love is a pimp


[Slug]
Unfocused this, broken chips
Swollen tits, solo trips

Vocal glitch, I know it's so sick
But you're still caught up in that loco (*##$
Crippin, on that other level mentioned

Flippin, become the center of attention
Sniffin, now let's begin the intervention
Skip it - kill myself and be a legend

in my own brain head stains red like the flame spread
All for the jealousy sleepin in the same bed
Off with the head, cops came with the aim said

Off with the led, clouds came and the rain bled
"Shut the $#&@ up!" Why you wanna lie to a believer?
Stop the voices inside of my receiver

Get a grip on that bottle of fever
And quit actin like you live in a theater; (*##$


[Chorus]

[Slug]

Love is a lot like a buzz
When the buzz gets strong it can spawn hallucinations
It can roll into a permanent vacation

Or it can crash just to land your $$# on the pavement
Love is a lot like an ego
When it's up it can let people down

And when it's lost they wanna see it found
But when it grows everybody wanna toss it around
Love is a lot like death

It can change the way that you see
To shine in lu-cids of findin pu-ssy
To sign a new lease to life is too cheap

So hide the money, you never knew me
So spike the honey, I wish that you'd leave
I'm dyin to breathe, the fight is too sweet

I'd like to go free, I'll cry you to sleep - get a grip!

[Chorus]


[Slug]
Muscles twitch, faucet drips

The engine quits, transmission slips
The fate eclipse, the record skips
Don't slit your wrists, peace to Mr. Dibbs