Buck 65 (Stinkin' Rich)

Buck 65 (Stinkin' Rich) - The Scenario Song lyrics

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I write my rhymes in calligraphy

I don't curse so don't freak with me

I shoot hoops by myself, but I don't watch basketball on television

I sell religion relatively cheap from my bedroom window

I swallowed myself when you said you'd been low

I threw a big party for myself on your birthday

I wish I never got into the position in the first place

In the worst way I gotta crush on my own reflection

For my own protection I'm buildin up my bone collection

I also shed my skin on a year basis

It seems like my weapon of choice is clearly tasteless

Why do I insist on tyin' my wrists?

I wanna take a slow breath and then fake my own death

But I didn't start the religion I'm only a priest in a 

B-Boy stance like Tony Bautista

I'm free spirited, building three pyramids

With crosses on top and an antenna period

Its really weird, nearly every year through much avaudum

I sink down deeper and deeper until I touch the bottom

I see with my hands and walk through a dark entrance

Climb all the trees and sit on the park benches

This is what I always wanted



A lonely old man picks up a stone to admire its shape

Later that night he falls down the stairs of the fire escape

Nobody knew his name



A 16 year old basketball star named Matthew

Swallows some pills and spills his guts in the bathroom

Just because his girlfriend dumped him or somethin



An 8 year old girl is haunted by frightening faces

She cries herself to sleep on a nightly basis

Her dad's an alcoholic



A man desperate to satisfy his wife's cravings

Goes to the bank and takes out his life savings

His next stop is the casino



A woman with a ring on her finger, eating dinner

Just found out her fiancee is cheating on her

He's outta town right now



One of the greatest teachers there ever was

Sits at home and waits for the phone to ring, but it never does

He's slowly going blind



A tall, soft-spoken man named Vincent

Has been in for jail 20 years even though he's innocent

He whistles "The Girl from Ipanema"



A man of the cloth is on vacation

Last week he broke down in front of his congregation

He's losing his faith in Go
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Language: English

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