Sage Francis - Civil Obedience lyrics

[Sage singing in a club with the audience] You can't k** me, motherf**er You can't k** me, motherf**er You may try, but you will die You can't k** me, motherf**er! Go to bed late, then I have to wake Get to work, keep it goin', can't stop, can't take a break Gotta get it done, in time for me to do the things I wanna do But by the time I finished it, it's time for me to talk to you And then explain what I do in my day, well It's complicated and you say, "Pray tell" And I will try, if I miss any details Think about it later and then send it in an e-mail 'Cause my brain is on a loop, but there's a buzz That I need to troubleshoot, not now Gotta-gotta get the work done Last night, some other day is turnin' to the first one I, never gonna never gonna I, am never gonna never gonna I, ain't never gonna ever gonna die Huh, pedal to the medal, gonna get ahead Gonna run another red light in the dead of the night Lettin' the light from my cellphone distract my eyes Sexual text messagin' to my mind Fingers are busy, but now I'm lookin' in the mirror Cause the people behind me, they're givin' me the middle finger I'll k** 'em if they pull up any closer to my bumper Short-tempered mother… shut your mouth! Drinkin' the coffee, now I'm dumpin' it out He's honkin' his horn like "You wanna throw down?!?" He thinks, "Oh boy, you wanna go now? I'm ready (I'm ready)" For the typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience (di-di-di-difficult isn't it?) I'm just a man, with a company van And a supervisor who just does a summary scan And a coworker who's always like "Just cover me man" In the morning we all get into the huddle again Like "Can we even make more money?" I wonder what the luxury is really taken from me I don't even have to worry (ha-ha-ha-ha-hiiii) Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedient people… Are gonna die… 'Cause they can't live… My life… All eyes on the small guys makin' small noise In a small town with the small music men You're just fall guys, in the law's eyes Your voice is worth more than you know and you're not foolin' anyone I'm not a con-artist, your pencil and promises eroding eraser tips I'm sick of your colleges Expensive taste-tester: "Spit that wine" Excessive waist, chest, bu*t; it's that time For me to get randomly checked again Bored until you're marked with a blood-red pen Water bottle sittin' in my pocket and I'm walkin' with a grin 'Cause the liquid isn't permitted, I'm rippin' up the ticket For the lady at the counter as confetti in her face! Shoulda never let me in this place Fly, fly boy in the brownest state I got a feeling that I'm never gonna get let out the gate 'cause I'm the BOMB Yeah I said it; cool, collected, and calm Maneuver through the computer to do a little song My music got the charm Smoother than a cougar, attack the mic and get on the intercom "Hello pa**engers, fellow activists, Whether you're masochists, mellow pacifists Tell those faxin' it is no accident By the end of this record, you're gonna knowwwww" Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedience Typically cyclical simple civil obedient people Are you listenin', Love? I got a theory for us Can you hear me enough, can you hand me my stuff? 'Bout to move out this scary cemetery you trust Livin' just a little bit, it isn't nearly enough Livin' just a little bit, it isn't nearly justified Because ah-ah-ah-I, ah-ah-ah-I am Never gonna never gonna never gonna never gonna die [Sage Speaking:] I wanna kee—I wanna keep making things an-and d**h really is-is uh not to be part of my eh-everyday activities. It's not to be in my music anymore, I don't want it there. It'll-it'll sneak its way in and out, but that's that's, we're beyond that. I mean de-de-d**h only as a concept is what matters and-and God as a concept is-is-is one of those huge things to me. Um, and to you, I know you, I know you much better than you think I do uhh… I hope we meet sometime, I wouldd love to shake your hand and um maybe get a kiss, uh right there, on my face. And uh, I don't know, maybe have s** a little bit.