Solé (Tonya Michelle Johnston)

Solé (Tonya Michelle Johnston) - I Don't Rap In Bumper Stickers lyrics

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I've been doing this for too long to keep

Singing the same song

This is another one of those happy moments not made for anyone

I don't rap in bumper stickers, I'm witty with 40-liners

Every breath is a chorus, sing along if you're still breathing

I've got gods, I've got issues

Nowadays I've learned to not criticize

Ever seen my foot-in-mouth stance I'm a g walking

Broken token, something of little appreciation

To truly see where all of this aggression stems from

You gotta always play the nice guy and get shitted on

Everyday's a gavin convention with no one to see

Everyday they put up new doors and I don't want the keys

If I'm not getting black-balled I'm getting white-boyed

You can condescend me but you can't offend me

I'm sure i'll get all the secret codes

When showing love to sole becomes trendy



Poor me, I dig myself holes

Somebody marry me, I'm getting old

Somebody remind me why I continue to press on

I need a flamingo to put on my front lawn, I need a front lawn

I need to stop feeling sorry for myself

I need to stop repeating myself

Everything is fading slowly

No longer selling out, I'm buying in

Redefining my grin

Making new medicine and now I'm sick of it all

But I can't get enough. hating females less

Accepting the fact I'm slowly dying

And can't make any songs that glitter

Or be happy in a roller skating rink

So fuck the revolution, it's all about starcraft

Palm-pilots, and meaning what you say



So if you don't understand it, I can't explain it

And if you don't understand it, I can't explain it

If you don't understand it, I can't explain it



Picture perfect, picture perfect picture

The perfect way to spend a perfect moment is all alone

I live here, I'm putting my life here, I'm selling my residence

So I can eat out occasionally

I don't spend enough time here, it's the alien in me

All this paying dues is buying advertising space

Don't call it commercial, call it logical progression

Because I work hard for the critcism



Picture perfect, picture perfect picture

The perfect way to spend a perfect moment is all alone

I live here, I'm putting my life here, I'm selling my residence

So I can eat out occasionally

I don't spend enough time here, it's the alien in me

All this paying dues is buying advertising space

Don't call it commercial, call it logical progression

Because everything sucks



Picture perfect, picture perfect picture

The perfect way to spend a perfect moment is all alone

I live here, I'm putting my life here, I'm selling my residence

So I can eat out occasionally

I don't spend enough time here, it's the alien in me

All this paying dues is buying advertising space

Don't call it commercial, call it logical progression

Because I think everything is sounding great
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Language: English

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