F L O O R S by M.duby Lyrics
I’ma mop the fuckin' floors wit ‘em
'Course I ain’t ever been "of sorts" wit' 'em
Scorch the source and force em out
Their homes - show no remorse for 'em
Post boredom from postpartum flows that they all borrow
No sorrow the kid swallowed the truth and none followed!
Done following names, uncharted I came
From some hallow wood frame with no Hollywood lanes
I’m done sayin' I’m playin' so I’ma just pray and save
Then I’ma run up and slay on anyone in the way!
And prey on you like a vulture, exposing your inner organs
Your eyes stricken with horror like mines when I heard you throw up
Those rhymes over and over like "Why? Who’s your employer?"
Better find you lawyer; these fines you’re stacking that you owe us
Or at least, apologize for the way you fucked us over
I loved you since I’s a kid, what happened to my mentor? I’m
Struck with a heavy heart that its time to sever-the-cord-up
And hope that I don’t see you again, cuz we’re nothing more
Furthermore, forevermore I’m here to mop the floor up
I see your heart’s an open wound that I’ma bout to sew up
Enough hanging out with these goons who only live to pour up
Time to grow up, stop feeding into popular culture
I’m tore up but you left me with no other option
So long to the nonsense that’s haunting every thought in your conscience
You would think, that you could turn it off, with how strong you are
But I’m starting to question if you have control at all!
Some sort of gall, some sort of order, I’m sorta appalled
That you would turn your back on what turned you into your truest form
I guess, the best thing we should do is rebuild the source in it
But first lets clean the mess, and start with the floors in it
The F.L.O.O.R.S
The floors. I'ma mop the fuckin' floors in it!
Mop the fucking floors
I'ma mop the fucking floors
I'ma mop the fuckin' floors!
Yea, yeah, yea-yeah
Yea-yea, yeah, yeah
I’ma mop the fuckin' floors wit ‘em
'Course I ain’t ever been "of sorts" wit' 'em
Scorch the source and force em out
Their homes - show no remorse for 'em
Post boredom from postpartum flows that they all borrow
No sorrow the kid swallowed the truth and none followed...
'Course I ain’t ever been "of sorts" wit' 'em
Scorch the source and force em out
Their homes - show no remorse for 'em
Post boredom from postpartum flows that they all borrow
No sorrow the kid swallowed the truth and none followed!
Done following names, uncharted I came
From some hallow wood frame with no Hollywood lanes
I’m done sayin' I’m playin' so I’ma just pray and save
Then I’ma run up and slay on anyone in the way!
And prey on you like a vulture, exposing your inner organs
Your eyes stricken with horror like mines when I heard you throw up
Those rhymes over and over like "Why? Who’s your employer?"
Better find you lawyer; these fines you’re stacking that you owe us
Or at least, apologize for the way you fucked us over
I loved you since I’s a kid, what happened to my mentor? I’m
Struck with a heavy heart that its time to sever-the-cord-up
And hope that I don’t see you again, cuz we’re nothing more
Furthermore, forevermore I’m here to mop the floor up
I see your heart’s an open wound that I’ma bout to sew up
Enough hanging out with these goons who only live to pour up
Time to grow up, stop feeding into popular culture
I’m tore up but you left me with no other option
So long to the nonsense that’s haunting every thought in your conscience
You would think, that you could turn it off, with how strong you are
But I’m starting to question if you have control at all!
Some sort of gall, some sort of order, I’m sorta appalled
That you would turn your back on what turned you into your truest form
I guess, the best thing we should do is rebuild the source in it
But first lets clean the mess, and start with the floors in it
The F.L.O.O.R.S
The floors. I'ma mop the fuckin' floors in it!
Mop the fucking floors
I'ma mop the fucking floors
I'ma mop the fuckin' floors!
Yea, yeah, yea-yeah
Yea-yea, yeah, yeah
I’ma mop the fuckin' floors wit ‘em
'Course I ain’t ever been "of sorts" wit' 'em
Scorch the source and force em out
Their homes - show no remorse for 'em
Post boredom from postpartum flows that they all borrow
No sorrow the kid swallowed the truth and none followed...