(Sage) You can't kill me, motherfucker You can't kill me, motherfucker You may try, but you will die You can't kill me, motherfucker ============================= Go to bed late, then I have to wake Get to work, keep it goin, can't stop, can't take a break Gotta get it done, in time for me to do the things I wanna do But in the time I finished it, it's time for me to talk to you And then explain what I do in my day, well It's complicated and you say, "Pray tell" And now we'll try, if I miss any details Think about it later and send it in an email 'Cause my brain is on a loop, but there's a buzz That I need to troubleshoot, not now Gotta gotta get the work done Last night, some other day is turnin to the first one I, never gonna never gonna I, never gonna never gonna I, ain't gonna ever gonna die ============================= Huh, pedal to the medal, gonna get ahead Gonna run another red light in the dead of the night Lettin the light from my cellphone distract my eyes Sexual text message into my mind Fingers are busy, but now I'm lookin in the mirror Cause the people behind me, they're givin me the middle finger I'm kill'em if they pull up any closer to my bumper Short-tempered mother… shut your mouth! Drinkin the coffee, now I'm dumpin it out He's honkin the horn like "You wanna throw down" He thinks, "Oh boy, you wanna go now" I'm ready (I'm ready), for the typically sick, little simple civil obedience Typically sick, little simple civil obedience Typically sick, little simple civil obedience (di-di-di-difficult isn't it) ============================= I'm a just man, with a company van And a supervisor who just does a summary scan And a coworker who's always like "Discover me man" In the morning we all get in the huddle again Like "Can we even make more money" I wonder what the luxury is really taken from me I don't even have to worry (ha-ha-ha-hiiii) ============================= Typically sick, little simple civil obedience Typically sick, little simple civil obedience Typically sick, little simple civil obedience Typically sick, little simple civil obedient people Are gonna die, because they can't live my life ============================= All eyes on the small guys makin small noise In a small town with the small music men They're just fall guys, in the law's eyes Your voice is worth more than you know and you're not foolin anyone I'm not a con-artist, your pencil and promises is eroding eraser tips I'm sick of your colleges, expensive taste tester, "Spit that wine" Excessive waste, chest, butt; it's that time For me to get randomly checked again Bored until you're marked with a blood-red pen Water bottle sittin in my pocket and I'm walkin with a grin Cause the liquid isn't permitted, I'm rippin up the ticket For the lady at the counter as confetti in her face Shoulda never let me in this place Fly, fly boy in the brownest state I feel I'm never gonna be let out the gate, because I'm the bomb Yea I said it; cool, collected and calm Maneuver through the computer to do a little song My music got the charm, smoother than a cougar Attack the mic and get on the intercom ============================= Hello passengers, fellow activists, whether you're masochists Mellow pacifists, tell those faxin it, it's no accident By the end of this record, you're gonna know ============================= Typically sick, little simple civil obedience Typically sick, little simple civil obedience Typically sick, little simple civil obedience Typically sick, little simple civil obedient people ============================= Are you listenin, love? We got a 30 for us Can you hand me enough, can you hand me my stuff Bout to move out this scary cemetery you trust Livin just a little bit of it isn't nearly enough Livin just a little bit of it isn't nearly justified Because ah-ah-ah-I, ah-ah-ah-I am Never gonna never gonna never gonna never gonna die ============================= (Sage Speaking) I wanna kee- I wanna keep making things an-and death really is is uh not to be part of my eh-eh-everyday activities It's not to be in my music anymore, I don't want it there It'll-it'll sneak its way in and out, but that's that's, we're beyond that I mean de-de-death only as a concept is what matters and-and god as a concept is-is-is one of those huge things to me And to you, I know you, I know youuh much better than you think I do uhh I hope we meet sometime, I'd love to shake your hand and um maybe get a kiss uh right there, on my face And uh I don't know maybe have sex a little bit
