"Formless (Sugarmane)" lyrics
All I got is bogus and bullshit by loads in the way to get over
No Zo, tied a rope to the shank
Yeah the Rosa gone roll like a Soviet tank
Colors in my control, monochrome toe to face
Yeah it's peachy keen, everything is rosy, but we can't do the cozy
We're crunching with a quota to meet
Cannot forget the quote as we mold into shape
Only sculptures get broke and the formless don't break
Any type of tone'll work to try and PMO
Stomach know a little better than it's being told
Sweet and low, Sugarmane love falling
Tell him I won't follow but who am I fooling?
Lock in with us, doctor isn't privy to the patients
Break a leg, you lucky if they pay for the replacement
Dancing on the table with a knee brace
Stand on evil ceremony these days, turn the view a keepsake
Where we studied, budgets didn't have a band for this shit
Profit come when everybody stick to plans right?
Sicko save the earful, already told you I'm a vampire, I'm 5000 years old
I knew the guy who made the wheel, hoe this shit is not satirical
Yea the one said it once, they ain't hear it though
Try and mud it, catch a tummy full of steel toe
Tape my bumper to the fronty of my vehicle
If I only had a dollar, I would still bet on a miracle
Son you see the vibe
We ain't do this to perform, we're all looking for a diary
Some'll take it laying down and blame it on society, bitch we are society
Sip on this ship, pour that shit into oceans
Part tea like we Moses until Exodus
Pro tip from this student, know most things a risk
And we cannot move slow when there's motion to grip
Good or bad, don't matter, just believe it cause it's all true
Put us on a leash and we could churn you into dog food
Flay em with the feeling and behead 'em with the volume
Stick it to the ceiling in the center of the ballroom
Do we have your attention?
This cannot be chalked to a box and a check
Swing my bag at the wall like the chick from Possession
The money is falling so crawl and collect
All I got is bogus and bullshit and blindfolded faith
In this prose that contain 'bout the worst of my name
With this ego controlling, there's no one to thank
If I knew you before, I don't know you today
So it's peachy keen, everything is rosy
But we can't do the cozy, we're crunching with a quota to meet
I just hope we're correct as we mold into shape
Only sculptures get broke and the formless don't break
(So it's peachy keen, everything is rosy
But we can't do the cozy, we're crunching with a quota to meet
I just hope we're correct as we mold into shape
Only sculptures get broke and the formless don't break)
No Zo, tied a rope to the shank
Yeah the Rosa gone roll like a Soviet tank
Colors in my control, monochrome toe to face
Yeah it's peachy keen, everything is rosy, but we can't do the cozy
We're crunching with a quota to meet
Cannot forget the quote as we mold into shape
Only sculptures get broke and the formless don't break
Any type of tone'll work to try and PMO
Stomach know a little better than it's being told
Sweet and low, Sugarmane love falling
Tell him I won't follow but who am I fooling?
Lock in with us, doctor isn't privy to the patients
Break a leg, you lucky if they pay for the replacement
Dancing on the table with a knee brace
Stand on evil ceremony these days, turn the view a keepsake
Where we studied, budgets didn't have a band for this shit
Profit come when everybody stick to plans right?
Sicko save the earful, already told you I'm a vampire, I'm 5000 years old
I knew the guy who made the wheel, hoe this shit is not satirical
Yea the one said it once, they ain't hear it though
Try and mud it, catch a tummy full of steel toe
Tape my bumper to the fronty of my vehicle
If I only had a dollar, I would still bet on a miracle
Son you see the vibe
We ain't do this to perform, we're all looking for a diary
Some'll take it laying down and blame it on society, bitch we are society
Sip on this ship, pour that shit into oceans
Part tea like we Moses until Exodus
Pro tip from this student, know most things a risk
And we cannot move slow when there's motion to grip
Good or bad, don't matter, just believe it cause it's all true
Put us on a leash and we could churn you into dog food
Flay em with the feeling and behead 'em with the volume
Stick it to the ceiling in the center of the ballroom
Do we have your attention?
This cannot be chalked to a box and a check
Swing my bag at the wall like the chick from Possession
The money is falling so crawl and collect
All I got is bogus and bullshit and blindfolded faith
In this prose that contain 'bout the worst of my name
With this ego controlling, there's no one to thank
If I knew you before, I don't know you today
So it's peachy keen, everything is rosy
But we can't do the cozy, we're crunching with a quota to meet
I just hope we're correct as we mold into shape
Only sculptures get broke and the formless don't break
(So it's peachy keen, everything is rosy
But we can't do the cozy, we're crunching with a quota to meet
I just hope we're correct as we mold into shape
Only sculptures get broke and the formless don't break)
