Music for Shoplifting Lyrics
| Song | Music for Shoplifting |
| Artist | P.O.S. |
| Album | Ipecac Neat |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Turbo Nemesis | |
| I write ryhmes then rhyme, right? | |
| Yea, that about sums it up | |
| But while some of them get crunk, I gets | |
| Stories and truths | |
| I share views | |
| See I, See why | |
| Crews choose the Fox News | |
| I see in CNBC | |
| See and be seen, rather shown | |
| It's crystal clear without a PCS phone | |
| P.O.S. is known for heart | |
| Spit from my hole | |
| Put it to music, (heartbeats) | |
| And let you download the ringtone | |
| And from a broken home, stories are hard times passed | |
| And in a broken home | |
| That ain't a breeze it's a draft | |
| Because the window is cracked | |
| It's where the heart is | |
| Broken or not, I won't turn my back | |
| Word to Grace, though | |
| It's thanks for the womb and support | |
| let's see that smile | |
| You ain't gotta worry no more | |
| We ain't gotta worry | |
| We tough | |
| and we can deal with whatever comes up | |
| This is for those who can't pay the rent | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Run out of toilet paper | |
| Find the sunday paper | |
| Wipe your ass with the President | |
| This is for them thugs | |
| Who dealt crack, but stopped | |
| Cause they saw first hand, what crack does | |
| This is for all the artists | |
| who know their work is just a drop in the ocean | |
| but do it anyway, hoping | |
| This is for everybody who carries the world's weight | |
| But stands up straight | |
| Put a hand up, Try to relate | |
| [Second Verse] | |
| Now | |
| Is it the money or the past dues | |
| The switchblades or stab wounds | |
| Why's it always gotta be bad news, huh? | |
| Why's it always gotta be bad | |
| You choose | |
| Want some new shit | |
| or fix what you have? | |
| See, Growing up, I shook the bobber on the poverty line | |
| But wait, I got away with the bait | |
| To this minute | |
| I'm dealing with nightcrawlers who ruin my math | |
| So what you think? | |
| New shit, or fix what I have? | |
| A think of hooks | |
| Write lines in sync with the times | |
| Get fished in, caught by the decline | |
| I fought only to find | |
| I'm not right in the mind | |
| I'm left, I mean I'm fine | |
| Just not so fucking blind | |
| Rather be forgotten | |
| Than remembered for giving in | |
| Refuse to lose my name like Sen (Chihiro) | |
| Away with spirits, I am fear personified | |
| No place to hide if you're locked in your mind right? | |
| You ever feel like you've got a closet to clean? | |
| You can't find the key, you look but you lost the damn thing | |
| You ever feel you know exactly where the fuck it is, But don't want to see? | |
| Yea, me too | |
| I don't care where, just far right? | |
| I'm escape personified | |
| Drop the P from pride and hop in my car | |
| Just drive far | |
| I'm escape personified | |
| Drop the P from pride and hop in my car | |
| So | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Run out of toilet paper | |
| Find the Sunday paper | |
| Wipe your ass with the President | |
| This is for them thugs | |
| Who dealt crack, but stopped | |
| Cause they saw first hand, what crack does | |
| This is for all the artists | |
| who know their work is just a drop in the ocean | |
| but do it anyway, hoping | |
| This is for everybody who carries the world's weight | |
| But stands up straight | |
| Put a hand up, Try to relate | |
| [Outro] | |
| That's a little rhyme, get that rhyme? | |
| I put that rhyme in | |
| because quite often dropouts come in to catch the show | |
| Them dumbass dropouts like those rhymes |
| zuo qu : Turbo Nemesis | |
| I write ryhmes then rhyme, right? | |
| Yea, that about sums it up | |
| But while some of them get crunk, I gets | |
| Stories and truths | |
| I share views | |
| See I, See why | |
| Crews choose the Fox News | |
| I see in CNBC | |
| See and be seen, rather shown | |
| It' s crystal clear without a PCS phone | |
| P. O. S. is known for heart | |
| Spit from my hole | |
| Put it to music, heartbeats | |
| And let you download the ringtone | |
| And from a broken home, stories are hard times passed | |
| And in a broken home | |
| That ain' t a breeze it' s a draft | |
| Because the window is cracked | |
| It' s where the heart is | |
| Broken or not, I won' t turn my back | |
| Word to Grace, though | |
| It' s thanks for the womb and support | |
| let' s see that smile | |
| You ain' t gotta worry no more | |
| We ain' t gotta worry | |
| We tough | |
| and we can deal with whatever comes up | |
| This is for those who can' t pay the rent | |
| Chorus | |
| Run out of toilet paper | |
| Find the sunday paper | |
| Wipe your ass with the President | |
| This is for them thugs | |
| Who dealt crack, but stopped | |
| Cause they saw first hand, what crack does | |
| This is for all the artists | |
| who know their work is just a drop in the ocean | |
| but do it anyway, hoping | |
| This is for everybody who carries the world' s weight | |
| But stands up straight | |
| Put a hand up, Try to relate | |
| Second Verse | |
| Now | |
| Is it the money or the past dues | |
| The switchblades or stab wounds | |
| Why' s it always gotta be bad news, huh? | |
| Why' s it always gotta be bad | |
| You choose | |
| Want some new shit | |
| or fix what you have? | |
| See, Growing up, I shook the bobber on the poverty line | |
| But wait, I got away with the bait | |
| To this minute | |
| I' m dealing with nightcrawlers who ruin my math | |
| So what you think? | |
| New shit, or fix what I have? | |
| A think of hooks | |
| Write lines in sync with the times | |
| Get fished in, caught by the decline | |
| I fought only to find | |
| I' m not right in the mind | |
| I' m left, I mean I' m fine | |
| Just not so fucking blind | |
| Rather be forgotten | |
| Than remembered for giving in | |
| Refuse to lose my name like Sen Chihiro | |
| Away with spirits, I am fear personified | |
| No place to hide if you' re locked in your mind right? | |
| You ever feel like you' ve got a closet to clean? | |
| You can' t find the key, you look but you lost the damn thing | |
| You ever feel you know exactly where the fuck it is, But don' t want to see? | |
| Yea, me too | |
| I don' t care where, just far right? | |
| I' m escape personified | |
| Drop the P from pride and hop in my car | |
| Just drive far | |
| I' m escape personified | |
| Drop the P from pride and hop in my car | |
| So | |
| Chorus | |
| Run out of toilet paper | |
| Find the Sunday paper | |
| Wipe your ass with the President | |
| This is for them thugs | |
| Who dealt crack, but stopped | |
| Cause they saw first hand, what crack does | |
| This is for all the artists | |
| who know their work is just a drop in the ocean | |
| but do it anyway, hoping | |
| This is for everybody who carries the world' s weight | |
| But stands up straight | |
| Put a hand up, Try to relate | |
| Outro | |
| That' s a little rhyme, get that rhyme? | |
| I put that rhyme in | |
| because quite often dropouts come in to catch the show | |
| Them dumbass dropouts like those rhymes |
| zuò qǔ : Turbo Nemesis | |
| I write ryhmes then rhyme, right? | |
| Yea, that about sums it up | |
| But while some of them get crunk, I gets | |
| Stories and truths | |
| I share views | |
| See I, See why | |
| Crews choose the Fox News | |
| I see in CNBC | |
| See and be seen, rather shown | |
| It' s crystal clear without a PCS phone | |
| P. O. S. is known for heart | |
| Spit from my hole | |
| Put it to music, heartbeats | |
| And let you download the ringtone | |
| And from a broken home, stories are hard times passed | |
| And in a broken home | |
| That ain' t a breeze it' s a draft | |
| Because the window is cracked | |
| It' s where the heart is | |
| Broken or not, I won' t turn my back | |
| Word to Grace, though | |
| It' s thanks for the womb and support | |
| let' s see that smile | |
| You ain' t gotta worry no more | |
| We ain' t gotta worry | |
| We tough | |
| and we can deal with whatever comes up | |
| This is for those who can' t pay the rent | |
| Chorus | |
| Run out of toilet paper | |
| Find the sunday paper | |
| Wipe your ass with the President | |
| This is for them thugs | |
| Who dealt crack, but stopped | |
| Cause they saw first hand, what crack does | |
| This is for all the artists | |
| who know their work is just a drop in the ocean | |
| but do it anyway, hoping | |
| This is for everybody who carries the world' s weight | |
| But stands up straight | |
| Put a hand up, Try to relate | |
| Second Verse | |
| Now | |
| Is it the money or the past dues | |
| The switchblades or stab wounds | |
| Why' s it always gotta be bad news, huh? | |
| Why' s it always gotta be bad | |
| You choose | |
| Want some new shit | |
| or fix what you have? | |
| See, Growing up, I shook the bobber on the poverty line | |
| But wait, I got away with the bait | |
| To this minute | |
| I' m dealing with nightcrawlers who ruin my math | |
| So what you think? | |
| New shit, or fix what I have? | |
| A think of hooks | |
| Write lines in sync with the times | |
| Get fished in, caught by the decline | |
| I fought only to find | |
| I' m not right in the mind | |
| I' m left, I mean I' m fine | |
| Just not so fucking blind | |
| Rather be forgotten | |
| Than remembered for giving in | |
| Refuse to lose my name like Sen Chihiro | |
| Away with spirits, I am fear personified | |
| No place to hide if you' re locked in your mind right? | |
| You ever feel like you' ve got a closet to clean? | |
| You can' t find the key, you look but you lost the damn thing | |
| You ever feel you know exactly where the fuck it is, But don' t want to see? | |
| Yea, me too | |
| I don' t care where, just far right? | |
| I' m escape personified | |
| Drop the P from pride and hop in my car | |
| Just drive far | |
| I' m escape personified | |
| Drop the P from pride and hop in my car | |
| So | |
| Chorus | |
| Run out of toilet paper | |
| Find the Sunday paper | |
| Wipe your ass with the President | |
| This is for them thugs | |
| Who dealt crack, but stopped | |
| Cause they saw first hand, what crack does | |
| This is for all the artists | |
| who know their work is just a drop in the ocean | |
| but do it anyway, hoping | |
| This is for everybody who carries the world' s weight | |
| But stands up straight | |
| Put a hand up, Try to relate | |
| Outro | |
| That' s a little rhyme, get that rhyme? | |
| I put that rhyme in | |
| because quite often dropouts come in to catch the show | |
| Them dumbass dropouts like those rhymes |
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