P.o.s. - Purexed lyrics

I'm trying not to slip, been trying not to lose footing Loose land keeps the pressure on my kicks But when I fall, I tend to land like a ton of bricks Stand like a man made of concrete and sediment like f** your skin, nobody needs it theres, bones and muscles and blood What's realer than fat and tendons? It's raw, no soft tissue to draw your eyes to it So far flesh ain't the truest at all, let's rip into it We're all sick of them missed shots Pa**ed over like the last man picked, no team, so pissed off And that's not honesty, that's just soft curves got your world flipped Got you makin' mixtapes for girls and that's the skin again Let's blame the skin again Stretching itself so fluidly over these awkward ligaments And I didn't shave today, I prolly won't tomorrow and it's safe to say I'm never gonna shed this extra, yeah So f** it, back to the wall Crush it, laugh at 'em all Hush, let 'em try to find the beauty in your face Yeah, something more than a song Hatin'? Aw come on Dust, let 'em try to find the beauty in the ba**line Aw, but then them words don't change We won't sing with what will fade away Yeah, we do our own damn thing We don't blink at what tomorrow might bring at all Aw, but then them words don't change We won't sing with what will fade away Yeah, we do our own damn thing We don't blink at what tomorrow might bring at all In us we trust, no rush for bucks No sweat, just enough, them words from love, no hits I let the track stand like how it was written is how it hit me Or road cycle kids with the grip to skid fixies A rouge wild kid with a stroll that let it roll, like whatever They kick that gingivitis, them rappers got the itis Catch me bumpin' Isis in a crisis Instead of watchin' y'all count and lead sheep at the same time What's the science of that? I know the... is sweet, but where the movement at? We in that coma capital Spotless home team with hands steadily purexed, but never quite clean Bloody as hell rarely will I ever care for that I don't know, man Me and Joe like the real sh** So f** it, back to the wall Crush it, laugh at 'em all Hush, let 'em try to find the beauty in your face Yeah, something more than a song Hatin'? Aw come on Dust, let 'em try to find the beauty in the ba**line Aw, but then them words don't change We won't sing with what will fade away Yeah, we do our own damn thing We don't blink at what tomorrow might bring at all So f** it, back to the wall Crush it, laugh at 'em all Hush, let 'em try to find the beauty in your face Yeah, something more than a song Hatin'? Aw come on Dust, let 'em try to find the beauty in the ba**line Aw, but then them words don't change We won't sing with what will fade away Yeah, we do our own damn thing We don't blink at what tomorrow might bring at all Ta da