Start it right here I don't want it to be over
Say it right here, I don't want it to be over
My name is David McClarry Shelton and I was born and raised in Kansas City
Start it right here I don't want it to be over
Say it right here, I don't want it to be over

You got a beautiful face

Sitting on the roof of the factory hive
There's a blood orange moon in the strawberry sky
To come home soon is the wishing wonder
But I'm clam by the boom of the distant thunder
Relax, there's no television static
Just the howls and the never ending traffic
This world is plastic and fake
And I was born a few generations late
Illustrate my fate, feel this spunky, I'm strange as hell but I'm real as fuck
So follow my smell to the hollows and dells
And I'll show you the snakes as they swallow their tails
They're right there running the assembly line
Where the coal gets shoveled by the carbon smokers
They're parasites burrowed into listeners minds
Never mind, scratch that, let me start this over
Man, how far does this pigeon hole travel
Find the answer in the indigo shadow
Though you can unless you know the chan or the 8 away labor line solider ant
I held my mom as she died in my hands
I had to cancel the tour
I hope you guys understand that the life of a man's gonna crack in the eyes of his fans when he fails to supply the demand
Now if only I could catch my breath
I got spurs on my boots
I can etch my steps
So I can find my way home when I scratch my debt
But I gotta get a disclaimer off my chest
When I talk about social ills turn to alcohol fix or the potent pills
Understand that I wrote it with a soul to fill
I had to sketch my self a new home to build
I was baited and caught by decoys and free wills
Wounded inside I rejoiced in cheap thrills
My life was destroyed and rebuild
Listen to the dangerous sweet noise and keep still
Introverted, border line sick disconsertive
Kinda slick when it's quickly worded
Every tick, every twist, every trips assertive
With the verse every pixel is picture perfect
When at first that's how I stitched the ferber
With the straps and the bits of the century murder
And there’s the intenseses I'm ripple with the type of terrificness this is the benefit of rhyming certificate kids are imminent I’m spitting so the minute on the rhythm I'm getting so much in it that there's really no equivalent I'll rip a show, a pigeon hole, and invalent until they gotta tippy toe to get a does of lithium
So tell the other kids to smell the blood I spit
Just to let them know what the hell they're fucking with
I've felt pain and I'll feel it again
Take them back to the end start again
I got mental cravings for sinful tastings
And gentle phrasings with pencil shavings
I've felt pain and I'll feel it again
Take them back to the end start again
Away
Start it right here I don't want it to be over
Say it right here, I don't want it to be over
You gotta beautiful face


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