For real, this Renekton shit is awesome!
I-I feel like I'm seeing the whole world
In a bunch of different colors!
Bunch of different... colors!
Umm, and I stall
Dear Rudiff, I pre-drank my fall - guess what?
The cost of a lesson learned is not always forgiven
But I've driven passed the point of no return
Can't see me running out of words
And sure, I could probably even sketch you something
It's a regret every time I see this salt-water reflection
Looking pale, I guess I misplaced the directions to my soul
Ha, results of insurrection
But I wish you'd seen it when I marched into that room
"What's howlin', ladies and gentlemen? Welcome to my Christmas!
Watch me separate these shifting fingers from this fist-less paw!"
Then they all jumped up to resist me, but distance was too far
Oh, and I tried to move the bottom of the sea - couldn't get a grip
This one's kinda hard to explain - but I mean
Between you and me, I wasn't seeing things straight (Ssshhh)
That shit she put me on was not agreeing with me
I'm still feeling a tinsy bit out there
And it's hard to get close now, for me
'Cause some people just seem like washing machines
I was at the laundromat hoping you'd hit me back
So to kill some time, I try to unwind by talking up this cat
He had this interesting padlock on a belt, and a mohawk
I don't really affiliate with people like that
But goddamn, this guy was so cool!
Free-throws with his laundry just like he was swishing hoops
Got that plaid interior inside his combat boots
Stomped across the aisle like he was shooting up a school
I said, "Dude! You've got to meet my buddy, Rudiff!
The next time he's in town, I will be sure to introduce you to him!"
Gave me a nod of respect, and then went on with the rest of his set
I regret even talking to him
See, I don't put myself out there
Just 'cause people only pout and bitch about shit
I wish I gave a fuck, went into my trunk to get a bucket
He kinda pissed me off, I wanna slice open his stomach
Make him watch as he bleeds out
And laugh as he freaks out
How funny would it be in this scene
To watch his bowels explode in the shape of a less-than three
Is it just me, or are people not that friendly anymore?
And it's hard to get close now, for me
'Cause some people just seem like washing machines
Makes me sick to the bone to believe
There are people who settle for being washing machines
Long story short, it was time for a reckoning
I beckoned him over, prepared to full-force wrecking ball his face
His eyes went wide, the time was nigh!
"And now, you die-"
Wait!
But then he started sweet talking
"Weren't you the guy that broke into that corporate office with the cat?
And you tried to makes its fingers disappear—just like that!
Yo, I heard you got arrested..."
I said, "It was just magic, but I guess they weren't impressed with it"
Then we talked it up for like an hour or two
Uhh... I guess he is my friend, but he's got nothing on you
The point I'm trying to make
Is that this person -give or take- was really great
And I guess I kinda' learned something
Some people seem like they're useless 'til you give them a use
Like, what's a washing machine if there's no laundry to do?
I'm pondering truth while I am writing to you
Because honestly
I can't be open about this with anyone else
-Tru
And it's hard to get close now, for me
'Cause some people just seem like washing machines
Makes me sick to the bone to believe
There are people who settle for being washing machines
(And it's hard to get close now, for me)
('Cause some people just seem like washing machines)
(Makes me sick to the bone to believe)
(There are people who settle for being washing machines)