In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
I'm known for running my mouth
I will not be accountable for what comes out, uh
I dunno, I might have said it
I was kinda gone and light-headed
And my jacket kinda fresh bright reded
And as usual my pants tight-threaded
It seem like everybody dress tight now
And I just want my credit
Don't get it twisted it or dreaded it
I am the king and will not beheaded,
To the mall no time soon, brethren
Being broke made my head hurt
So I need the bread or an Excedrin,
That'll only get my engine revvin'
While y'all on ten, I'm on eleven
I'm a make the news, be on at seven
Matter fact I'm on this very second
I'm in first and y'all in second.
And this verse only add to the freshness
Call the club, tell them add to the guest list
What you think? Way more bitches?
I can never be too big for my britches
Y'all motherfuckas know who this is
I'm gifted,
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
I'm armed with pens, and I got my rhymes
Whatever comes, I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time
You don't know my mind
Like I said a thousand times
I gotta stay ahead
Know what I'm fighting for
I leave you to your talk
Never seen my kind before
And you're all so thick-headed
Follow and I know I let it
Part of me won't let me quit
Won't let me just not say shit
So much is there to be bored with
Can't be still, I can't afford it
Try to hold it in but it make me sick,
So I spit it out say the hell with it
I dream it and I build it tall
Make a way for when it falls
I'm armed with pens, and I got my rhymes
Whatever comes, I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time
I'm armed with pens, and I got my rhymes
Whatever comes, I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand, we'll stand against the
I'm armed with pens, and I got my rhymes
Whatever comes, I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time
I will not be accountable for what comes out, uh
I dunno, I might have said it
I was kinda gone and light-headed
And my jacket kinda fresh bright reded
And as usual my pants tight-threaded
It seem like everybody dress tight now
And I just want my credit
Don't get it twisted it or dreaded it
I am the king and will not beheaded,
To the mall no time soon, brethren
Being broke made my head hurt
So I need the bread or an Excedrin,
That'll only get my engine revvin'
While y'all on ten, I'm on eleven
I'm a make the news, be on at seven
Matter fact I'm on this very second
I'm in first and y'all in second.
And this verse only add to the freshness
Call the club, tell them add to the guest list
What you think? Way more bitches?
I can never be too big for my britches
Y'all motherfuckas know who this is
I'm gifted,
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
I'm armed with pens, and I got my rhymes
Whatever comes, I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time
You don't know my mind
Like I said a thousand times
I gotta stay ahead
Know what I'm fighting for
I leave you to your talk
Never seen my kind before
And you're all so thick-headed
Follow and I know I let it
Part of me won't let me quit
Won't let me just not say shit
So much is there to be bored with
Can't be still, I can't afford it
Try to hold it in but it make me sick,
So I spit it out say the hell with it
I dream it and I build it tall
Make a way for when it falls
I'm armed with pens, and I got my rhymes
Whatever comes, I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time
I'm armed with pens, and I got my rhymes
Whatever comes, I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand, we'll stand against the
I'm armed with pens, and I got my rhymes
Whatever comes, I write it down
So knock me out and shoot me down
With mics in hand, we'll stand against the test of time
Lyrics submitted by jjjonatron
Gifted Lyrics as written by Lykke Li Zachrisson Santi White
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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