SPEAK - Pyrite And Rhinestones lyrics

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Pyrite And Rhinestones / Speak[Speak]Pyramid houseSuper 3, hehArt, fuckin, goonsI'm riding on that trill wave, tryin to get my bills paidEcclectic indie bitches say I'm colder than that chill waveFrostbite and igloos, deep freeze and snowstormsWinters in Denmark; I ain't tryin to keep them hoes warmRap quotes and fur coats, I'm layin for the seasonI can testify, that Hell is high, because I'm friends with a couple demonsThey breathe that sulfur, that brimstone, that evil, that fireWe're drinkin holy water from a bottle made of ironI'm a sinner, I'm a liar, I'm a healer, I'm a saintI'm everything you've never been, I'm everything you ain'tSee that paint drip off my canvas, so far from averageBlood stains my bandage, it's so hard to managethe flesh wounds, the typhoons, the rich men, the tycoonsThey talk fast, they think slow, they live hard, we die soonWe get high, we get by, exploring inner spaceThey wanderin and squanderin life tryin to find they placeBut they can't[Chorus: Def Sound] + (Speak)But they don't know how and they don't know whyWhat's inside, what's inside (out my mind)But they don't know how and they don't know whyWhat's inside, what's inside (they say I'm out my mind)Talk dirty, but you know my verse cleanWay too trill, so you know that my surf's meanTalk dirty, but you know my verse cleanWay too trill... you know my surf's, hey~![Speak]Too cool for the rich kids, too hood for the hip kids, too hip for my own hoodGood lord I'm a devilish prick, lookin for trouble cause I'm no goodSo I get caught in the low tide, then I get high like a low life - huhWhen the weed kick in, my whole world spins and I shine like a strobe light - swag!Too cold for the icebox, too street for the sidewalk, too slick for the sidetalkI rock like a death metal band and I stack my guap' like a pyramid scamI'm savin all my pennies for some Remy and some HennyAnd those nasty Nancies who are tryin to get friendlyWe tryin to get cozy, cocaine for the noseyI play that average fruit for her and she undresses slowlySlowly, but surely, the sun's up, it's earlyA few more years of nights like this and I'll be dead by 30Them black birds and green skies, my clouds are lined with sterlingFools gold and rhinestones, them lustful eyes are burningDirty pictures on the iPhone, that passion's never realPyrite and rhinestones, they lack authentic feel[Outro: Def Sound] + (Speak)But they don't know how and they don't know whyWhat's inside, what's inside (they say I'm out my mind)But they don't know how and they don't know whyWhat's inside, what's inside (I'm fuckin out my mind)Talk dirty, but you know my verse cleanWay too trill, so you know that my surf's meanTalk dirty, but you know my verse cleanWay too trill... you know my surf's, hey~!You know my surf's, hey~!You know my surf's, hey~!