Jonwayne - I'm a Poor Man (But Rich In The Mind) Şarkı Sözleri

What's in a number anyways, except the data
Tired of this life been playing it since the beta
I found every glitch, found every niche that I belong to
I switch lives every time I find something fond, too
Mr smith, meet mr anderson
I reach into your soul and grab the numbers like you're rattling
Zeroes and ones, comes before the sun

Moon blanket greatness within the solar system, overloaded with patience
Every platelet in his space, this
Playground for insignificant recipients
I'm the dead reliving this, my chemicals have missed the point
Of euthinizing fingers with horizons on the joint
Index, I follow prints of my own

Leading circles into octagonal territory bleeding windex
I really shone, look at my skin
You can see the bone protruding through the words of my own
I'm a fucking bum mumbling, stumbling
Grungy looking, huddled in my own fantasies of getting shuttle-big
A little kid incapable of knowing my strength
Killing cats when I pet 'em, necks I never hear break
Without a george boy, I could use a lord, boy

I could use a hoard of bad rappers for a store toy
I abuse the instrument when striking a chord
Within a hall of board enthusiasts that's kissing the sword
There's nothing left but unexpected terrors in the crevice
Where your dreams go to die and my thoughts go to relish
In the high of loving mind singing it clear
I'm a poor man but got a fucking kingdom in here

Just remember that
I'm a poor man
You do best just to 'member that
I'm a poor man

What's in a name anyway, except the knowledge of your path
I got a stable full of labels built to distract the math
Vision is binary, but a lot of cats
Like to chinstrap the future with the past cause it's that scary
I see fear as a ceiling for the universe
But when it rains it pours me a bath full of lathered verse
I laugh it hurts, but what you consider pain
Is stimulating game to see if I can really reign
As commander, of covering the center of domain
In my universe it's never really simple on this plane
But twenty long years have prepared me
I act like I travel light but I got a big bag to carry
So here lies unexpected terrors in the crevice
Where your dreams go to die and my thoughts go to relish
In the high of loving-minded singing it clear
I'm a poor man but got a fucking kingdom in here