Breaking It Lyrics & Tabs by Andrew Huang
Breaking It
guitar chords lyrics
party 'til 3
wake up at 8 to do dishes
eat a plum for breakfast and call it nutritious
watch a true riches to rags story unfold
the untold crushing of one soul
delicious to devils in drag with dragnets
i've had a few scrapes with stagettes
the crags get new fates
my bags checked
and screwtape's taped my mouth shut
it's too late
i'm opening doors that can't be closed
the canteen chose the man
to trade hands-free phones for the gambled throes of panhandling ghosts
straight scared of a psalm saying damn these foes
the canteen chose the man
to trade hands-free phones for the gambled throes of panhandling ghosts
straight scared of a psalm saying damn these foes
ice sheets break off the coast
but we both look the other way
knowing what we want the most
but don't mention tension
friendships entrenched in exemption from anything that touches redemption
wrench and pry the burned goods from a turned hood gentrified
spurned good and desensitized
'cause what the discerned should have pointed them to repent the wise words of a wormwood
get by with no working knowledge
a mosque masked and a church demolished
collect dirt to polish and spitshine
when i get mine, i'm gonna fit fine
breaking it down
it's all tomfoolery, man
buffoonery, the wrong jewellery banned
and soon to demand inhumane rulings and plans
long removed from the hand of truth
who in a mansion could do with a pan?
i'm moving in a certain reproof
down the ladder like i'm finished all my work on the roof
through with the sleuths dragging me 'round the grail
wisdom had to be found within, veiled by a curtain of youth
i'm a snail, a worm of a man
so when i heard the command
i kept my common courtesy grand
finger breadths burying a skirt in the sand
five hearts when the early bird chirping began
garden variety loot wishes
a hoe and rake for all my uncouth itches
i'm too vicious, mind moves religious
shiraz and baguettes to gag with the fishes
delicious to devils in drag with dragnets
i've had a few scrapes with stagettes
the crags get new fates
my bags checked
and screwtape's taped my mouth shut
it's too late
breaking it down
