Jedi Mind Tricks - Fraudulent Cloth lyrics

rate me

Ft. Eamon

(Verse: Vinnie Paz)

Our friendship seemed to be based on what I could do for ya, homie

The sad fact is I'm the type of person that would take two fo' ya, homie

Ya eva give so much 'til a muthafucka can't give no mo'?

Give so much of his soul that he feel he can't live no mo'?

What ya want from me? Ya want blood from me. Want another dub from me, money?

Ya want to drain me of erry single muthafucking drop of love from me, money?

I can feel the eyes starin' at me even when it's dark, even when it's cold

I can feel the lies startin' at me even though I'm marked, even though I'm old

Y'all are just sum 'gimme' muthafuckas, 'take more of Vinnie' muthafuckas

Neva givin' back, don't know how to act. Just a bunch of shitty muthafuckas

Gradually night goes on, gradually life goes on

It's tearin' me apart, neva really thought that I'd have to right this wrong

I don't think I'm anti luv, I just think I'm anti y'all

I just think I'm anti erry muthafuckin tryin' to plan my fall

I was neva plannin' to be great, it's sumethin' that began as a mistake

But me bein' me, momma always told me I should share what's on my plate

(Hook: Eamon)

And just waking up is enough of a struggle today

And most of these phonies that's close to me push me away

But there ain't no reason I'm keeping this enemy deep in my veins

Cuz I feel the pain

(Verse 2)

And just wakin' up is enough of a struggle; I don't want to deal with the darkness

Have a muthafucka laid up by himself tryin' to heal from the conflict

Eva have someone close to ya tell ya that ya really can't when ya can?

I wouldn't know nothin' bout that bullshit, and that's the stamp of a man

And the same one who blamed me, the same one who defamed me

Can't make his own cash, can't wipe his own ass like a baby

Errything is past or it's light, errythin' is passion and hate

Errything is errythin' and I don't think I need to keep a track of the date

Errybody take what I offer, errybody play like a pauper

The same ones with they hands out be the same ones that hate when I prosper

Tryin' to be a gentleman of sorts, tryin' to be a betta man, of course

Tryin' to set a livin' understand that I'mma always be a veteran of loss

What's the physiology of luv? What's the physiology of pain?

What's the physiology of erry single person that will probably get to reign?

I don't like when liberty is wrong. I don't like when misery is gone

I can tell all y'all one thing: all y'all gone' miss me when I'm gone

(Hook x2)