Anticon - We Ain't Fessin lyrics

(feat. Dose-One, & Alias (Anticon)) (Sole, Dose-One, Alias) We ain't fessin' this friendship All live crews turn to dust We're from the middle of nowhere Da dadu dade deda If you want to high post, I'll watch you fall of a pedestal We feel safe on the soapbox Da dede de dede du It's the return of the demo, and you can't dub us over We're being ourselves, why the secret decoder? We ain't fessin', hell read it Ain't a one trick intention Keep your guilt to yourself Da dede du denden It's as danceable and positive tip as it is a movement and dark Signing is so relative I mean, why even sign art? (Dose-One) I ain't business man hollow I ain't happy man meat I see the sky as a socket I can't sleep, I don't eat There's a bird in my throat And a ghost in my place, so I wail I am to the truth as the truth is to coincidence Imagine holding onto one quarter for the rest of your life So I broke, thunder words beside a cork set Holy smokes! English cla** was vomit Why it's hip hop music let me get the chills Where my good people at? I need a cat sitter And don't give up on the song write, cause Lethal ain't fessin' (Alias) With the tintinnabulation heard above every third word Through sealed lashes I grasp at straws Who's the victor? I ask the mannequins with the detachable hands Hidden from their reach to pa** the dutchie on the left hand side Currently residing in opposite currents Making for an interesting commute I do the kick step In an attempt to reacquaint myself with what I thought I was in love with Plus to boot I'd like to return to excitement Of one strap down with my reflection in my shoes And the practiced frown that carried over and cursed me With being unapproachable Why you jelling? You know why... (Sole) How am I? I'm good But the real good stuff don't make it to page I applied for Howard Hughes but live off less than minimum wage How are they? The same as last time I saw them Waiting for Nintendo games to turn to money trees And all that's cool to no shows And we turned everything around and gave them "Kick me" signs Cause mine is too short to get direction from college grads Who can't change car tires Is it me or is everything in here boring to d**h And wants you to date it? Only interesting long enough to make you hate it I've spend the last ten years drawing curtains to hide behind And I'll be damned if they give my job To some snot nosed MC look alike Who matches his hundred dollar shoes with a hundred dollar shirt Straight from the sole, I ain't fessin'... (Sole, Alias, Dose) Two and a half since we met We'll be rich in six months (repeated) No friends No choice No friends no choice no deal (x2) All of this for next to nothing