Cal Scruby - Pause lyrics

V1 I wrote this when I was speeding, I think I mean it I was drinking with my demons, started signing agreements And every morning now, I’m forced to say the Pledge of Allegiance To a nation that’s under satan, hoping God can redeem us All I really need is Freedom of Speech and a pad and pencil Preferably mechanical, #2, with a stencil I write until the verses are perfect, it isn’t working I listened to the radio, I guess the words are worthless It sound like they conversing in cursive, they got me Yelling curse words when church is in service, I’m tryna Blow up like a middle-eastern insurgent Give me some virgins; if not, I’ma need a bottle of Jergens HOOK Man I feel you – pause Round of applause For those staying down for the cause Break bread with the same motherf**ers down to break laws Break it down, roll it up in Raws Hey, let me hit that – pause Round of applause For those staying down for the cause Break bread with the same motherf**ers down to break laws Break it down, roll it up in Raws V2 I wrote this when I was sober, you think I’m joking I’m used to blacking out and just blocking out my emotions A little smoking fixes everything that’s broken If you’re feeling all your feelings, take a dose of the potion Abracadabra, now sh** don’t even matter You don’t got the grey matter that can handle my data Had to break it down for you like it’s all mathematics They know how to lose money, just don’t know how to add it Applause and laughter for the small-in-stature Fast-talking, honest rapper who’s an awkward dapper Every time I try to dance, I’m getting called a cracker Even my girl wish I was tall and blacker HOOK V3 I wrote this when I was drunk and high at the same time If I needed, couldn’t even walk a straight line I can’t lie, it’s something I can’t hide I’m drunk and I can’t drive this truck and it ain’t mine I ain’t signed, I mean I could if I wanted to They see your Twitter followers and tell you they loving you Put one or two offers on the table in front of you Then they cut the budget down when they discover another you Only more commercial, not as controversial with the verses A younger, dumber group of fans with credit cards to purchase That’s how they always get you, man; they pitch the perfect picture Then it finally hits you, this about the richest getting richer HOOK