Artist: Speak Album: Inside Out Boy Song: Limbo Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Speak] Comin on down, feelin higher than the shuttle Face full of stubble and a smirk so suttle that everybody around me swears I'm a con man Tryin to get by like a sing-a-long song man God damn, see my scheme ain't workin So the shades on my eyes cover pain like a curtain The ultimate joke but they never really certain Because I never took nothin seriously Sick of blue so I pick and choose in what I reveal Lickin wounds in the dark then I tell em its real Concealed, like a gun beneath the passenger seat And its layer after layer buried under the beat Oh so heavy that its messing up my cycle of sleep And its hard to go forward when your hitting repeat Now my whole night is thrown off (why?) And my booty coast off, shit so I'm feelin blown off [Chorus] I know need something to believe in Tired of cried of crying at night Tired of bleeding Tired of hating myself for no reason Shit, I guess I'm carried away [Speak] I thought I told you Speaky on the other shit Higher than your upper lip, yellin "Fuck the Government" Parliament, Funkadelic, relic, mothership Got your bitch choosin of the baddest loudest colored pimp In the room, and I am in the mood To fuck her like an animal then howl at the moon Baby, don't you know you bring me closer to God But this passport I got will get me closer to Prog Traveling bad all over her anatomy damn I love her to death, like that +Addams Family+ man +Raggedy Ann+ stiches for doll face bitches They rippin at they seams, I'm fuckin in their jeans Life is but a dream but I offer her a nightmare A trip inside my head, you don't wanna spend the night there Right there, right stroke love by them white folks Who label me a phenom, fuck 'em and their high hopes [Chorus]