TIME - X Marks The Spot lyrics

rate me

(Let me get a boca burger with extra bacon)

Being straight edge ain't easy but it's fun for the girls

We feed them rufies and downers just to watch their heads swirl

Sometimes we get a kiss on the cheek but nothing that leaves our lips moist

And the not having sex part isnt by choice

Now I wouldn't go that far to tattoo x's on my hands

But this permanent markers fading and that thing spinning is my only fan

I don't want a sip peer pressures for high schoolers

I'm not thirsty not even for a wine cooler

Had to deal with reality since my alveoli sacks filled

Stressed out both my eyes feeling cracked out and swelled

But I still see things I and obey if they ask me to follow

Passed out like a transient hugging a Zima bottle

I smoke with my second hand using neither my left or my right

(Yo don't even ask me for a light)

Things get intense, when I ignite a nag champa and get shitfaced from the incense

(Yo is this guy sober)

I'm positive like my breathalyzer

Running red lights and octagons and I'm your designated driver

Smile for me please you make me wanna taste your suicide

Just an ugly set of teeth, little boy sad with an epileptic lifestyle

Been engaged for a while now my wife's denial

Were planning on having kids I'm gonna name him Justin Love

Just in case I have to pull this plug and unscrew my smile from their face

I'm tired of being mommies little monster the black sheep

Hopelessly straight edge and no one knows these limbs are too damn cheap

God's a sheep and I think it's time we dodge these lullabies

Hands on heads the holes are centered,

And now's the time for everything to die, must I try?

But her bruises are just so damn tasty

I only want her hands in my heart, so why does she hate me?

I only took advantage when her legs fell off

I celebrated with a Curly shuffle

And a stomach full of rocks. I am Jack's colon, I get cancer and kill Jack.

Well that about sums it up, it use to be the handcuffs

But what about the bullets in the back?

Being straight edge ain't easy but it's fun for the girls

We feed them rufies and downers just to watch their heads swirl

Sometimes we get a kiss on the cheek but nothing that leaves our lips moist

And the not having sex part isn't by choice

The enemy is Syphilis, it's just a Grimy contribution

Time is the amphetamine, smiles as the head gently starts to loosen

Mr. Crispy Extra Kool, the silent half of Optik Fusion

Pardon me, but I'm pretty sure my head has already abandoned my body

It's go time, and these groggy frames are starting to make me feel naughty

Like here kitty, kitty, if only you'd let me in, please?

I'm just a broken heart sparked, the one who loves to watch the knees bleed

Feed me huh! because I'm getting a little anxious

(You're just not fun any more)

That's just because these veins show no traces goodness

Gracious, how could I let the cigarette burns spark my interest?

The straighter the edge the more the wall paper turns

These works are a product of deep breaths

Intense yes, but that's just the way the cookie crumbles

Oh how silly of me please come and tempt death

Won't you come and taste my disease

These words are killing me softly

So there's no time to watch me crumble

I don't want to play connect the dots with the track marks

And this addiction is already causing me enough trouble

And now it's time to let the angel out of the closet

Because I'm tired of him taunting me

The cat is out of the bag, so now it's time to kill the little kitty

So no matter what the addiction I'll always remain faithful

These are my favorite horns spewed from a grimy tongue spoken through fables

8 glasses a day whether it's tap water or river

8 packs a day whether it's for your lungs or liver

Skipping through alleys, talking to myself sober as hell

Following track marks for miles, skiing down noses

Cause it's up to the government if drugs are in style

Put nicotine in my gum and liquor stores on my corner

In the couch potatoes inject dumb and call the coroner

The television hides the drink, while the billboards advertise national disorder

We don't smoke but the pollution'll probably give us emphysema

Ah fuck it let's go attack and tap that keg of Zima