Doomtree
Profit & Loss
[Dessa] (Chorus)Oh, I can see the writing on the wallClimbing to a height I can't fall from, when it's all doneI gave my honest and the fates came calling. (2x)[Dessa]It's all profit and loss, it's all risk and returnYou get married, divorced, you get hot, you get burnedBut the wheels go round, your number comes upYou hope the wood you're knocking on can bring a little luckFrom bassinet to casket, goes by in a flashGotta keep your belts fastened, everybody crashesYou take a little damage, yeah you spit a little bloodBut we'll always manage love, cause everybody does.[Mike Mictlan]Pshh I ain't ..., shit I ain't fuckin aroundSpit that champ, huh, what? Mikey cut it downLike a pound of boiled shrimp, peel and eats, cook it outPeace to foodhead and super sous chefsCause you and your abtronic ain't nothin like Bambaataa All Zap, no Roger. Bleeding through bandanas, older than Dan RatherFaker than Danny Tanner, I could make up any answers, Just pack up your back-up dancersCause the tanning beds are closed, and the panties are all sanitizedSanta Claus to Santigold, patron saints are pacifiedLetras de cancionesPassed up on the revolution, pass the sweet potato friesPack up all the Metamucil, passing that'll take some timeWe're in recession, but disease is in remissionI paid admission so pay me or pay me no attentionThat's funny, thought Sims said they paid no mindAnother False Hopes, shoulda known that DT would be on fire(Chorus)Oh, I can see the writing on the wallClimbing to a height I can't fall from, when it's all doneI gave my honest and the fates came calling. (2x)[Cecil Otter]So shoveling your shit, the shit man, get goneCause your sick songs are sick senses that did wrongAnd it's along the way that they cut to your cause you're laid offYour oar's lost and you're sunk in something that you whored offIt's a sore spot, I'm outta lies and the voices in my head are telling me some sound advice like, Doomtree, it's that king shit with a crown of fliesClimbing up the ladder hand by hand, to mouth, to rhyme[P.O.S.]Oh no, P.O. will bust no Pinocchio flows, gotta feel meDouble meaning, no lies or dissingRather die than be stereo typed, if your with it, then ride with meWe Doomtree. Ganderin b-back, slanderin the wack, scratch that, no timeChallenging the facts as they're laid outUntil results are satisfactory we on smash, We're hard please, what that means is that we outlast[Sims]Better bet, Imma bet it all and jetNo time for regret, if I do it, then I do it like I meantI'm a giant when I walk up like cement, no sign I ever slept runnin through them cold nights, full sprint till my soul was wornTill the sunlight's warm on my headI'm steady pushing limits till I take flight right over the ledge, Like my ancestors said, may you land in heaven before the devil knows you're dead(Chorus)Oh, I can see the writing on the wallClimbing to a height I can't fall from, when it's all doneI gave my honest and the fates came callin. (2x)
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