RPM (Revolutions Per Minute) (Original Mix)

Lyrics

I've had the misfortune to writing this song before [Verse 1] I wouldn't trade nothing from a day like this one The top is on the tip just begging the get spun Now I've waited forever for right now The what went why winning how will they come down What does it all mean means everything you taking for granted would like to be replanted in a larger pot Had a conversation with mother nature about my relation She says fuck em because they get sparkеd a lot Collapse relax max in the snow Didn't feel it stuck tacks on my toеs Now my shoes don't fit for shit Plus my turntables cheap by can't switch the pitch [Chorus] (2x) It's not as if i'm looking all the answers I just want the song to sound like it's supposed to If i could get this with them to keep it past I wouldn't be so determined to leave this place [Verse 2] Some of these women say i scream the words to my songs in my dreams But i wasn't sleeping for long is it seemed Until my wrongs are redeemed i'm a write My fingers are yellow from the cigarettes and sore from holding the pen tight Handlin just fine but nothing to compare it to No need to run cause its probably just as scared as you Know more trying to justify the choices Praise the lord that she wasn't important voiceless I'd like to thank all the supporters And all the bridges over all the troubled waters All the mothers that gave birth to control freak daughters And the kamikaze sheep that walk straight into the slaughters I ain't mad at you Nah i'm glad that you had the chance to gather a reason to climb that ladder Best believe my shell toes match my halo Life would be twice as nice if i had a good turntable [Chorus] 2x [Verse 3] Hit it with the hammer Pound it with your fist Beat your face against until you lose your consciousness It ain't going no where it holds the ground So watching the road to see what type of head is poking out And when the cops come around what i know becomes less Check the lost and found sneak a peek up a dress Leave a healthy tip but put the ashtray in my pocket Because i ain't never even seen the inside of the cockpit Seldom can people put a target on it Otherwise they'd be less more at war as an artist The hardest working stiff with no business Just won an overwhelming hand of goldfish Now I promise these people are making me lose my mind I want to die in my bedroom and never be found Wearing nothing but my headphones and cigarette Watching my cheap turn table go round and round [Chorus] 2x Pitch control don't and the needles are dirty (5x)