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Contact Play & Mr Key
Jam Baxter & Jam Baxter
Word to the Wise is the 11th track on the Contact Play album “Champion Fraff”.
Mr. Key leads us through the turbulence of his relationships and failures with women over a set of beats by producer Mr. Constant
[Intro]
(Talking)
Everyone’s tryna tell me about fucking love
I don’t know about love
I grew up in a world of piss and poison
Hatred, jealousy, envy, and violence
It’s horrid
I bounce back though…
And now we’re all fucked up
(It’s me, Mr. Key)
Either I’m a cunt, she’s a cunt
Either…you fuck them over, or they fuck you over
Either way you’re getting FUCKED
It’s either guilt or pain
You choose
Yo
[Verse 1]
Of course I guess I did what I thought was best
And now we’re all fucked up in this awful mess
Who’d have thought divorcing your source of stress
Would just end up making you more depressed
There’s no talking left, ‘cos actions are louder
And smacked in her mouth what I catch if I found her
Hapless without her cad and a bounder
I’m trapped in a downer it’s back to the powder
Had to allow her and let those you love go
And now I step broke red rose and a cut throat
And just goes to show (shows!) what?!
No, just some lonely bloke on destruct mode
And fuck hope I ain’t a negative type, it’s just I…
I fuck things up whenever I try, to make ‘em work
Ways of a wasted flirt, chasing skirt
Craving the taste of dirt
And I’ll burn break and hurt, its word to the wise
I’m the dirtiest type that you’ll learn to despise
In the perfect disguise of a person that’s nice
And at first it was right then it turned to a lie, so
[Hook]
This goes out as a word to the wise
And this goes out to the turbulent times and
This goes out to the birds in my life
And the dirt that I spurt in your virginal thighs
No doubt I’m as dirty as Dike
When I’m serving your birdie your burgers and fries
Smoked out in a circus of lies
As I’m working my circle of personal ties
Search in my eyes, and what do you see?
See what you believe creep lost in a dream
Defrost the machine please
What do you mean?
Sweet nonsense, deep-sea monsters and me
(x2)
[Verse 2]
I spent half my life and time searching (where the fuck is she?)
Trying to find the right person
More than a whining mind or diversion
More than the grind of nine to five working
White eyes burning ignore the flame
She’ll cry like bursting the water main
And when the sunshine turn to the pouring rain
And you’re stuck in the mud with a ball and chain
What the fuck is the fuss man, they’re all the same
From the lust to the love to the source of pain
So I’m busting my nut then I walk away
So shut the fuck up slut, there’s nothing more to say
Except
[Hook]
This goes out as a word to the wise
Except this goes out to the circus of lies
And this goes out to the birds in my life
And the dirt that I spurt in your virginal thighs
(Talking to the end)
Fuck me over?
I’ll fuck you over
We’ll fuck each other over
See me tryna chirpse you…
Put your fingers in my fucking eyes
Put your fist in my fucking balls
Slap me round the chops and tell me to fuck off
‘Cos I will fuck you over, guaranteed
Without a shadow of a doubt…
But don’t tell my Mrs. though!
Contact Play released Word to the Wise on Tue Jul 19 2011.