Cecil Otter - Let Me Tell You lyrics

[Hook]x3 It's been a long time coming Lock, stock, coming for the livestock Running for their lives It's been a long time coming Lock, stock, coming [Verse 1] Mettle to metal, the medals of honor pierce his chest Kettle to kettle, man, his heart is black; it bleeds for d**h To all the rebels livin' off the laws that fear suggests He appears a mess, but there's this message he's decoded And he's the envy of the unknowing, but all willing to picture it all perfect He talks into this mic, with nothing in mind, the image is all worth it No worship in his blood or curse is worth believin' in He's up, and he's leavin' a love for no reason Now, he's making his rounds. He pounds his chest and hits the street He's bad to the bone with bad bones, but he don't admit defeat Visits the meek, who inherently speak through a Well-oiled machine of a heart, and it don't back off Comes from a back log of lost and tough luck He's completely punch drunk and too exhausted to touch love But it's kept tucked away, with a new fade-proof innocence That's underage and overpaid attention to And since he's destined to live without a destiny to rest into He'll just search for recipes, from entries to exit wounds Sets the moonshine down, writes another victim's tune And washes the blood from his hands with drinks until his fingers prune [Hook] [Verse 2] He never had faith in God, only trusts the custody he seeks And he'd just love to have you judge him by the company he keeps The company of wolves, customized and cunning Up, up, and running wild in the streets, running, running He's cuttin' it close; he's luxury cla** He's up in the smoke and ash of habits that have broken fast But he's cra**, so don't cross him. He's wild in sorrow He manages his emotions and lights another Marlboro [Hook]