Unstuck

Lyrics for Unstuck

Here we are on a planet which is about five thousand million years Old. The sun around which it goes is not much older. It is part of a galaxy which is perhaps ten or twelve thousand Million years old, Which is one of perhaps hundreds of Thousands of millions of other galaxies Rolled the dice Fucked around, lost your life Double or nothing, it's only right It's only right It's only right! Campaign code as coterie of the cold Keep us on point Blasphemy how he cracked the Cohiba for a makeshift joint Asked no questions, she told no lies Afterward came by gold flex on the dies Lucid dream gone when I open my eyes All substance controlled you sell in Dubai Gutted inside like a brownstone in Bed-Stuy Relaxed while Rome burned, head full of lye Both eyes dry Lead-line bunker, limited air supply Both hands high Explaining how I came unstuck in time So ain't none of that mine Eight lives down 'fore he thought 'bout number nine 'Fore he thought 'bout number nine Rolled the dice Fucked around, lost your life Double or nothing, it's only right It's only right It's only right! Starting with the man in the mirror Morris Day and I might jack thriller Nerve tonic, tip it in sasparilla for ya Pipe crack said "kid, this stuff will kill ya" Lay hands like Faith Hill over light skinned shilla The local skeezer but, shit, I ain't nobody either Sweet talkin' son of a preacher Weed hockin' Shot over sneakers Died for nothing but I've seen 'em go cheaper Nowadays full buffet for sin eaters Woke and wrote Kubla Khan Or how I learned to stop worrying and roll the ball Even though forty years had him reluctant to farm Unbearable likeness at the end of your arm Waiting to palm, call em Mr. Lion versus Mr. Marv with the iron But the work was worthless Rolled the dice Fucked around, lost your life Double or nothing, it's only right It's only right It's only right! She asked my name I said "Blah blah blah" She asked if that's game I said "Not really, nah" Layaway Carhartt buggin over battle for Asgard Yo Mars you rock that beat like an ascot Good lord You gripped the wired jaw After the arriganment as arranged You came home, locked the door Unscrew the drug jar Pocket carry like days of yore The prices will vary with fiends seeking that raw Freebase religion, stovetop superstition I ran with the fish And then hunkered down for that war of attrition In our tenure on this planet we have accumulated dangerous Evolutionary baggage. Propensities of regression, ritual, Submission to leaders, Hostility to outsiders, all of which puts our survival at risk