Song: Lady & The Vamp
Artist: Toussaint Morrison
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released May 3, 2011
She
says,
She
comes from a home of no love
Grew
up sparrin’ with no gloves
Scarred
with backstabs and throat-cuts
Said
her life is a film with too many close-ups
A
tragedy and I’m singin’ so what
Ya
gonna do about it, go big or go bust?
We
came here alone, and we’re goin’ out the same
It’s
what we do in-between that writes our names
Like
a last flame standin’ against hard rain.
Why
we become arsonists on dark days
Why
you carry yourself like a curse,
And
take the light from wherever it burns
Now,
I’m not tryin’ to break the tension with a few soft words
But
for a street Cinderella that fits the Converse
You’re
here by no means of dumbluck
And
I’m lookin’ at ya PunchDrunkLoveStruck
No
pardon outta jargon, we say it’s goin’ down
And
rarely entertain it’s on the come-up
It’s
goin’ round, you know by now
Getting’
outta here takes more than a runnin’ jump.
She
said, “Thanks, you’re quite the case,
But
do you talk like this on all of your first dates?”
Not
really, but now and then my dear
But
what’s more important is that we’re
-
Chorus
RIGHT
HERE
RIGHT
HERE
RIGHT
HERE
RIGHT
HERE
-
We
wan extra points for actin’ like we just don’ t care
Want
respect in a game where no on rolls fair
Wanna
do all the things that we won’t dare
We
got nothin’ and we’re bluffin’ that we’re holdin’ a pair.
Well,
right on, right oh, she said “I know,
I
was born on a Tuesday and a tight rope.
Fallin’
off is a daily sight, folks
Balance
without balance, it’s a bit frightful,
Rock
bottom ain’t a nerve shocker
Where
kids tip toe like extras in the Hurt Locker.
One
way or another somebody’s blowin’ up
To
death, fame ,or foldin’ bucks.”
I
said, “Thanks, you’re quite the case,
But
do ya talk like this on all’a your first dates”
She
was like, “Not really, only sometimes dear,
But
what’s more important is that we’re
Chorus
Over
Szechuan and Tea at Shuang Cheng
Starin’
out the window at the freezin’ rain
Wonderin’
if I’m ever gonna leave this city
That
I love too much for my own grace.
I
take the clashes like they were meant to happen
And
keep breathin’ outta arrogance and old habit.
Can’t
gain ground and hang up your hat, kid,
We
make progress like we never had it.
I’m
not enough to be considered important
But
I’ll defend the temple with a pencil like I was meant for it,
Strike
the empire outta orbit
Word
to Bukowski, we were born into this
Homie
the numbers speak more than the engalish
Had
to stop speakin’ it and start singin’ it
Make
a landin’ no matter how steep the cliff.
This
might get messy, your gonna have to clean a dish.
You
got too much baggage to let go of
Glad
to hear it, that goes for the both of us.
First
date details, I don’t mind dear
We
made it out alive this far, we made it
Chorus
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