LeTron Brains

Song: LeTron Brains
Album: Edo

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by: Toussaint Morrison

Released June 24, 2014

ref: https://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/letron-brains

They talk about me like my full name’s Akira

But compensate appearance for the less than half fearless

I already hit the button, so I don’t need to steer it

If this is the epidemic, I don’t wanna cure it

This kid goes west; Fievel

Dodgin’ and weavin’ a generation walkin’ dead on arrival

You dreamt as far as a cubicle, it’s game over

Time is smilin’, swan divin’ from the 28^th floor

And it was never a question the hell we waitin’ for

Had you racin’ towards painted doors thinkin’ you were paid in full

Word to Rakim. Rest in peace Baatin.

No need to take it easy tonight. Who’s shot is this?

I slayed the sub-boss, but couldn’t save the city

And somehow these good intentions keep paintin’ a villain

The ghost of ex-girlfriend’s past float the ceiling,

And I only pay’em mind when the PBR won’t conceal it

Lost the feelin’, but the reflex still remains

To set flames to another good thing, but

Good’s relative, I commence with no regrets

Throw my hood back on and walk away from the burnin’ mess

Kid Fresh, they sayin’ he ain’t nice

Steps off the tour bus lookin’ like he robbed a bank twice

I envy him. It’s far beyond pretendin’.

Even the director’s cut couldn’t stretch a happy endin’

I got problems that got problems, man

But trust me, it’s all part of the plan- Yup!

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Chorus

If you got somethin’ to say, then say somethin’

It won’t be long before I leave the ground

Money, I ain’t afraid to give a fuck

And when I go off, trust me, you’ll hear the sound

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And I can hear’em call out my name like the sirens off’a the top of the ambulance

Carryin’ Steve Rogers’ cold body bleedin’ from the neck

In a city full mirrors and no smoke

Milwaukee after-party until 7am; Blow

These mufuckas stay hype with online play-fights

But we, New Revengers, only payback in fatal strikes

But try and pay respect and you won’t even lift the debt

The exchange rate’s too steep from the street to indie cred

Ain’t even into it and lookin’ like we’re givin’ 10

What you were dreamin’ last night, I was livin’ it’

Wylie’s studio turned to a House of M

I cope with my reality versus the one I’m livin’ in.

A revolution away, I’ve been sprintin’ a steep-hill

Watchin’ you give your rage away to a shortcut and a cheap thrill

Strugglin’ to keep still, and I ain’t even on edge

Motherfuck a venue, I wanna see the street’s filled

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Chorus