Same ideas expressed in Fitter, Happier are expressed in this song. We're told to strive for some sort of ideal life, which includes getting a good job, being kind to everyone, finding a partner, getting married, having a couple kids, living in a quiet neighborhood in a nice big house, etc. But in Fitter, Happier the narrator(?) realizes that it's incredibly robotic to live this life. People are being used by those in power "like a pig in a cage on antibiotics"--being pacified with things like new phones and cool gadgets and houses while being sucked dry. On No Surprises, the narrator is realizing how this life is killing him slowly. In the video, his helmet is slowly filling up with water, drowning him. But he's so complacent with it. This is a good summary of the song. This boring, "perfect" life foisted upon us by some higher powers (not spiritual, but political, economic, etc. politicians and businessmen, perhaps) is not the way to live. But there is seemingly no way out but death. He'd rather die peacefully right now than live in this cage. While our lives are often shielded, we're in our own protective bubbles, or protective helmets like the one Thom wears, if we look a little harder we can see all the corruption, lies, manipulation, etc. that is going on in the world, often run by huge yet nearly invisible organizations, corporations, and 'leaders'. It's a very hopeless song because it reflects real life.
("Avez-vous un crayon?")
You better make it
And lace it
And hope the pigs don't take
And keep your mission basic
No time to come and fake it
Spin like a CD
You know it's Nicky T
Come to your party
With no apology
All at your function
This ain't no usual luncheon
I see what I like and then I jump in
Float like a Cadillac
Girl can ya handle that?
Hittin' on cognac
Now you don't know how to act
I'm your favourite Motorola
Your new Coca-Cola
At least until you get tired of my new poster
It's about the money, and bread and never fantasy
A situation might change your whole anatomy
Who hit the jackpot?
Hot as a crack spot
Took out the cash box
And left with the flash doc
Shit, you know
("Avez-vous un crayon?")
The Gingerbread Man
("Avez-vous un crayon?")
My young tiga Don Juan
He looked right in front of a khan
Said that it was real sweet
Sumthin' I would keep
I live like a Gipsy
Rap till I'm empty
Fly like a Frisbee
But hung like a Grizzly
You know, I blow
And there, I go
All on the freeway
Me and my queen mayne
I eats Gumbo
The jumbo
Shrimp combo
And when I clown, hoe
I smile like a criminal
I can be like Ecstasy
Show you a whole new recipe
Don't even know why you step to me
Sayin' you ain't impressed with me
I ain't trippin' darlin'
I hear my homies callin'
And when there's money involved
Man they despise stallin'
Hook it up and then cook it up
Man shook it up and then look it up
And rock it up and then chop it up
Man flock it up and then cop it up
I hit the underground trains and thangs
Stood there rappin' till the rain done came
Till' the game done changed
Man I'ma get it mayne
And don't forget it mayne
Shit, So greedy
Don't think that I can split it mayne
The Gingerbread Man
Catch me if you can
You back there, avez-vous un crayon?
Bartender, bartender, avez-vous un crayon?
Waitress, waitress, avez-vous un crayon?
You think I'm playin' baby? Avez-vous un crayon?
Shit, shit
("Avez-vous un crayon?")
You better make it
And lace it
And hope the pigs don't take
And keep your mission basic
No time to come and fake it
Spin like a CD
You know it's Nicky T
Come to your party
With no apology
All at your function
This ain't no usual luncheon
I see what I like and then I jump in
Float like a Cadillac
Girl can ya handle that?
Hittin' on cognac
Now you don't know how to act
I'm your favourite Motorola
Your new Coca-Cola
At least until you get tired of my new poster
It's about the money, and bread and never fantasy
A situation might change your whole anatomy
Who hit the jackpot?
Hot as a crack spot
Took out the cash box
And left with the flash doc
Shit, you know
("Avez-vous un crayon?")
The Gingerbread Man
("Avez-vous un crayon?")
My young tiga Don Juan
He looked right in front of a khan
Said that it was real sweet
Sumthin' I would keep
I live like a Gipsy
Rap till I'm empty
Fly like a Frisbee
But hung like a Grizzly
You know, I blow
And there, I go
All on the freeway
Me and my queen mayne
I eats Gumbo
The jumbo
Shrimp combo
And when I clown, hoe
I smile like a criminal
I can be like Ecstasy
Show you a whole new recipe
Don't even know why you step to me
Sayin' you ain't impressed with me
I ain't trippin' darlin'
I hear my homies callin'
And when there's money involved
Man they despise stallin'
Hook it up and then cook it up
Man shook it up and then look it up
And rock it up and then chop it up
Man flock it up and then cop it up
I hit the underground trains and thangs
Stood there rappin' till the rain done came
Till' the game done changed
Man I'ma get it mayne
And don't forget it mayne
Shit, So greedy
Don't think that I can split it mayne
The Gingerbread Man
Catch me if you can
You back there, avez-vous un crayon?
Bartender, bartender, avez-vous un crayon?
Waitress, waitress, avez-vous un crayon?
You think I'm playin' baby? Avez-vous un crayon?
Shit, shit
("Avez-vous un crayon?")
Lyrics submitted by Adidasx007, edited by jhumbucker
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j'aibe soin d'un crayon= french for "I have been doing crown"
crown=bay area slang term for cannabis, but only the best most expensive weed, hence the title "Crown".
Nicky T represents the bay in his music better than e-40 and keak:the sneak peak (aka, keak da sneak) much in the ways of the legend Mac Dre, RIP.
Loyal to my soil-707
one of andre's best.
what the hell are you talking about? he speak about the care of a pencil stupid fuck. Crown? crayon=pencil he asks the bartender do you have a pencil its more than just weed its about lyrics bitch