David Ruffin

[Verse 1: Scuare]
Yeah, I am the physical manifestation of places been
Since in paces don't pay the rent, I've been waiting to play pretend
Till I get jaded, changing the stages, the pay is aimless, contagious
The tailor's shaving these stages, it's entertaining to say this
'Cause I know no matter if I'm changing, that I'm holding justification
Where the goal is homeless and solar
Their soul has come from the taint of this
Ordinary dream that they sold us to extreme
That they told us to control or maybe console us through the screen
I work the surface of a dirty globe burning
Till the whirlybird's circling, earning early closed curtain
[?] to most of what's worth it, hurts that those of us searchin'
Aren't for ghost of what's certain, [?] on purpose
Arbitrary [?] is very hard to hard to carry
Art is real, the art is not, garden seal instead of clubbing
Coming up to something humbling, bumbling 'bout a new path
Do that, which makes it easy, all the ease is truth backed
To a figment seeming bitchin' in the depth but you don't listen
Till you swimming in that tension [?] fifth dimension
Said to catch you in a trap, can't protect you from a lap
So judgment, uppercut and backwards public
Kill 'em all, they laughin' at it, hraagh

[Verse 2: No1mportant]
It's like, it's like it's something, in fact I am a master of it
Get clearing laps or nothing, back to taggin' ragged muffins
Back to passin' piss tests, a bag of [?] to nothing
Back to patted backs, for back the pants, grab my nuts and hug 'em
I've had enough of temptations runnin' me, David Ruffin
I've had a lust for sensation roughly since age [?]
From bottles to handles to handle bottled up in motions
I swallow a handful of Adderall and Ibuprofen
I might be slightly broken, sad, pissed off and lightly smokin'
But I keep trying, hoping that this all just might've fallen
Peace of mind becomes every bit of my incomplete design
We can ride the pony or chase the dragon or we could hide
Think of any love and we got in, just try and be sublime
Or think of any loved ones you suddenly have to leave behind
I got a beef with time, I'm gettin' old, I've reached my prime
I'm not a piece of work, I'm a piece of shit, so please oblige
And could you provide a rhyme or reason to even rhyme
And could see supplying me with that, think I'll be fine
I stare into the sky and ask if it could share a sign
I swear to nothing that no one's all that ever replies