Cinema - Goosebumps Lyrics

Many guidin', most are hidin'
On the internet where you can't tell the fiends from the friends
Baby is a gypsie
Passin' on by but they pullin' her aside
Tell her run for your life
But for what when a hog'll be helpin' her along
Keep the gaze movin'
Don't get complacent when they chasin'
They'll degrade you if you're flaking

Ain't no rest for the wicked
You won't catch me lookin' at her, peeking
But that ain't the routine
Ain't got a lot of time so feel free
To get up on the mic
Make 'em hear what you sayin'
Tell 'em twice
Don't let 'em bite
I don't wanna come back tellin' you thrice, right

Now get off with that shit
That's a verse and hook tryna tell 'em what a man think
But no one want a man's squeak
This a problem for the people that be dealin' with the man's squeeze
He see, heresay
You can't fix all the problems with the riff-raff
Look at the detail
The one's that you pick up be giving you the kiss back
Cause they want you out
He was grabbin' at her skirt
While he's pullin' at his undershirt
She's blurting, "Do you got a rubber"
He be lyin' like it really hurt
It's a little big lie that he mutters at the insert
It might not seem a problem on the outskirts
But this boy be actin' coy because he thinks it's what a man deserves
80 years of John Wayne lookin' overt
Turns to Max Payne treatin' her like dirt
Don't think art turns us to animals
Otherwise Nick Cage and Nick Cave be makin' me tyrannical
But it still reflect the culture
Sabbaticals are powerful but interaction punctures
It's why Lucille be cookin' in the kitchen even when she on the prime time
The zeitgeist changin' when the time fly's
Now it's Veep, P and R but you still get your simplefication of the nuance
You can call it pomp when they call it out
But that just makes you look like a boyscout
Lookin' like Boogie tellin' black men to sit down
You don't understand what it's all about
Stop actin' out
If doin' nothin' changed the world
Then why don't you have a bigger house
Don't f*ck around
If gettin' on the soapbox'll make you doubt
Then I'm gettin' on the goddamn couch
Now go sit and pout

Ain't no rest for the wicked
You won't catch me lookin' at her, peeking
But that ain't the routine
Ain't got a lot of time so feel free
To get up on the mic
Make 'em hear what you sayin'
Tell 'em twice
Don't let 'em bite
I don't wanna come back tellin' you thrice, right