Weapons Of Mass Creation - Bass Too Fat Lyrics

I spend nights you know I spend years
I keep on climbing I don't get any nearer
To where I want to be
It's like a treadmill I move tread still
A testament I'm testing on the best of his will
But is it good enough yeah

Well Is that
Bass too fat (too fat)
Is that treble too high (too High)
For you is that balance Is that balance


Vacancies I wish to fill
Through the presence of you, I know I will
You got me high
Don't bring me down
I couldn't make it without you around
Outside sources I depend on you
On you


Finding my balance while I'm fighting the madness
Trying to manage through all of my distractions
Sloppy notes I wrote bringing me satisfaction
Listening- to- the dusty records my pops loved
Music lit the inner fire whenever I lost hope
Mom sang in the choir she gave me the soul
Sam Cooke and Billie Holiday paved me the road
Of enlightenment scribing words for all of my woes
Rhapsody in blue
Music the highs and lows
My mind explodes with melancholy melodies to let me breathe
It cleanses me with ecstasy providing me with hope
Said it cleanses me with ecstasy providing me with hope


Should I go with the grain
Can I cope with the strain I just hope that the pain
Don't linger on me like Stains
Should I go with the grain
Can I cope with the strain I just hope that the pain
Don't linger on me like Stains
De-ja-Vu aye
I been here before I've been better than this (so much Better) yeah
So once again can I ask y'all


Is that bass too fat (too fat)
Is that treble too high (too High)
For you is that balance Is that balance
Climb ..


Vacancies I wish to fill
Through the presence of you, I know I will
You got me high
Don't bring me down
I couldn't make it without you around
Outside sources I depend on you