Artist: Speak f/ Def Sound Album: Inside Out Boy Song: Pyrite and Rhinestones Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Speak] Pyramid house Super 3, heh Art, fuckin, goons I'm riding on that trill wave, tryin to get my bills paid Ecclectic indie bitches say I'm colder than that chill wave Frostbite and igloos, deep freeze and snowstorms Winters in Denmark; I ain't tryin to keep them hoes warm Rap quotes and fur coats, I'm layin for the season I can testify, that Hell is high, because I'm friends with a couple demons They breathe that sulfur, that brimstone, that evil, that fire We're drinkin holy water from a bottle made of iron I'm a sinner, I'm a liar, I'm a healer, I'm a saint I'm everything you've never been, I'm everything you ain't See that paint drip off my canvas, so far from average Blood stains my bandage, it's so hard to manage the flesh wounds, the typhoons, the rich men, the tycoons They talk fast, they think slow, they live hard, we die soon We get high, we get by, exploring inner space They wanderin and squanderin life tryin to find they place But they can't [Chorus: Def Sound] + (Speak) But they don't know how and they don't know why What's inside, what's inside (out my mind) But they don't know how and they don't know why What's inside, what's inside (they say I'm out my mind) Talk dirty, but you know my verse clean Way too trill, so you know that my surf's mean Talk dirty, but you know my verse clean Way too trill... you know my surf's, hey~! [Speak] Too cool for the rich kids, too hood for the hip kids, too hip for my own hood Good lord I'm a devilish prick, lookin for trouble cause I'm no good So I get caught in the low tide, then I get high like a low life - huh When the weed kick in, my whole world spins and I shine like a strobe light - swag! Too cold for the icebox, too street for the sidewalk, too slick for the sidetalk I rock like a death metal band and I stack my guap' like a pyramid scam I'm savin all my pennies for some Remy and some Henny And those nasty Nancies who are tryin to get friendly We tryin to get cozy, cocaine for the nosey I play that average fruit for her and she undresses slowly Slowly, but surely, the sun's up, it's early A few more years of nights like this and I'll be dead by 30 Them black birds and green skies, my clouds are lined with sterling Fools gold and rhinestones, them lustful eyes are burning Dirty pictures on the iPhone, that passion's never real Pyrite and rhinestones, they lack authentic feel [Outro: Def Sound] + (Speak) But they don't know how and they don't know why What's inside, what's inside (they say I'm out my mind) But they don't know how and they don't know why What's inside, what's inside (I'm fuckin out my mind) Talk dirty, but you know my verse clean Way too trill, so you know that my surf's mean Talk dirty, but you know my verse clean Way too trill... you know my surf's, hey~! You know my surf's, hey~! You know my surf's, hey~!