P.o.s. - Overlordian lyrics

[Onry Ozzborn] Daywalker strut move illy Misunderstood because my writing isn't gimme gimme Gotta see the nozzle leaking first Before interpreting what you think of the book's cover and its worth Money heavy and there's money heavy You carry gold in both your pockets, stop tip profit levy Already in the red a fortune teller tumbling Sit by myself, talk to myself, murmur and mumbling Numbers counting those cards you were dealt blow Scuffing a pair of threes on purpose to break, yo Swagger was created by Ish in just a few we follow suit took to commute About to shoot that javelin off the roof, visual Olympian lit moment of truth Ask and you shall receive some sh** that you just can't conceive But when it finally touches you'll remember us forever, B [Hook] Overlordian, electric blossom Spoiled rotten, not forgotten, robots block 'em Got a concoction of the gods offering Space time argument, street life we on with it, get off of it [P.O.S] Wallowing in it till my head splits it To the bottom of it Till I hit the bottoms like the bottom line They got em watch I'm out of line Stopped look and undermind Cause at our home it doesn't match the cooking We hunger strike they're like, "Fresh, less to feed" Yes indeed there's less and less and less and less and less for me And less for free Except the heart especially speech they call it art (please) I'm on my own time crossing up the Rubicon But yeah by all means tell me again about your purchases That's great really Nothing seems more poisonous than trying to spend your way out of worthlessness (not sorry) Smack dab every city's like a rat's lab That big scurry gimme that hurry back Fury in the belly like a hurricane trapped But don't even know to bite back Just in-fighting and in-flight meals Stay in step, smile at cops and pay bills We probably not like you, correct We probably not. Why you? Yes