Night Table (Acapella)

Lyrics

[Intro: E-Dubble] And let the drum machine, let the drum machine, let the drum machine just bang Freestyle Friday, let it bang, and let it bang, and let it, yeah [Verse 1: E-Dubble] Spill a little paint on the backdrop Nowadays the words feel like chalk on the blacktop 'Cause when it rains they gone, it's invisible ink No sharpie or indellible stink Avoid the middleman by not using pens and papers Verbal contracts only mask the fear and hatred Operate the way that makes you feel the safest Plagiarized the status quo, you just cut and paste it Uh, I say fuck the waitlist If you don't want me now you must be fuckinh wasted Success is a flavor I have not yet tasted But its been a fucking ride and there is no debating No sidelines for us, my lungs will bust Before I put myself on the bench or pack it up Pull yourself out of bed and try standing up You got a lot of work to do, I hope you packed a lunch [Chorus: Peter Muth] Still in bed even though its light 'Cause i can't fight these dreams I'm in some picture that don't look right But its still nice to be seen I pick my head off the pillow I see my shoes on that floor I can't find any good reason But I'll still walk out that door [E-Dubble] Yeah, mister Peter Muth, thank you for singing the hook my friend I'm gonna do another verse right now, thank you [Verse 2: E-Dubble] Never been the type to deal in any absolutes Shades of gray so subtle and they absent truth Relatively we're irrelevant but ask they youth And the cynacism's gone like poof, vamoose Goodbye It seems so hard so why try The bed's so easy when sleep's your high The blinds collapse and then you close your eyes And when you're in your dream there's no thorn in your side Fuck that bullshit bring the troops in No propriety left quit saluting Grab the guns line 'em up and start shooting And when the walls come down start looting Break that glass till the windows smash, inhibitions pass It's a metaphor don't be an ass Top, top, top of the class We don't do it for cash Running on E, but mashing the gas 16 spitter no quitter not even I will literally only stop if not breathing Tryna wash your sins I'm a motherfucking heathen I don't hate religion just what comes of extremism All of that bleeding, I don't see the reason Can't even tell which side is actually talking treason Dreamin' of some day when we're even You must be drunk off Colbert like you're Stephen Jesus, please pack up and start leaving Riding with my family I don't need no other demons Seamless, opposite of what my jeans is I'm driving under influence but I'm not weaving No, no, I'm not weaving No, no, I'm not weaving No, no, I'm not weaving I'm just winding through the cities, tryna keep shit even Yeah, no, I'm not weaving Freestyle Friday is even, E-V-A-N to E-V-E-N Motherfucker, I'm not weaving