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They Can't Come (feat. Sims)

from We Don't Even Live Here (Deluxe Edition) by P.O.S

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featuring Sims

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Let em look let em look | hey I’m a flash in a class of my own | a disaster with thoughts overblown | i massacre average crap | with a head so advanced | I was kicked out of school, never warned | picked out, red flagged as a dirt bag | sick fuck, punk with a rat in his book bag | pig pen with a head full of deal wit it | mouth full of fuck that, no concealing it | in the burbs where the words don’t sting | cause the birds and the boss and the cops don’t think | you could tell who the fink, who the joke, who the link | who’s that? and who thinking you a criminal | simply cause you black cause they lack the respect from the get | so you act like a maniac | laugh at the way they act | passion is aimed at another map | outta here fast | match to the gas | no looks back | they sleep on us | don’t wake em up | we sneakin out | can’t find it | can’t find us anywhere | listen, | friends in the headphones | fam in the headphones | manage the rest let it bump | see the culture as dead wrong | angular headstrong | all the way past y’all run | dash with the can for the rush | what’s the point of a city you cant crush | what’s the point of a living you don’t trust | and shit was bought up and sold before we touched | so it’s easily up hill | till it seize ima be underneath liven greasily | squeak wheel | sweet deal, stealing to eat’s real | got that villain skin ain’t looking for cheap thrills | on past an I’m | out lasting em I mean to clash with they whole set of standards | looking to smash status I’m outlandish all madness | traveling frantic for answers lets’ go |theysleeponus|don’twakeemup|wesneakinout|(SIMS)|Ireadthefutureonmy palm then washed my hands | I don’t do what it takes anymore I demand | paid for the blade boosted the faith | used to escape on a skateboard slipped off the grip tape | scuffed up skin, gore | saw there was more underneath and that dream for a dollar was so bored | you gotta read the scenes | watch the grass in a pasture that’s breeding greed | they showed their scales, I learned them notes, I played em fast | then I was sold down downstream but that didn’t feel cold | no, that was never my team | there’s no code to break no need to wait | relay, relate it all culminates in a hush

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from We Don't Even Live Here (Deluxe Edition), released October 22, 2012
produced by Lazerbeak

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