Garden Gnomes

Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life

Welcome to my life where everybody wants to cypher
They've never held a mic but they swear they nice
Cause they boys told them so and surely enough
They suck my dick in front of their girlfriend
And like, "Look! This is how you do it
You gotta fuckin' do it slow then fast, slow then fast
Eat that shit!" (Check, check)
If this is you, you're not alone
This world's a rock of drones
Girls flock like birds cause they heard lots of poems
From the mystery man, when my name gets spit it echoes
Straight-laced people say grace with evil smiles
I'll stick to Velcro
Let go of these claims I hold true
This is Sage, don't say I ain't told you
Fake gold tooth, real problem with garden gnomes who talk shit
My respect's the best bargain known to the consumin' market
So pay me it
Til my love-hate relationship with love-
Hate relationships makes me rich
My old lady thinks that I done did it, but I done didn't
Save my breath during dramatic movie endings or the stub of the ticket
When credits roll, I'm heading for the exit hole
Your track record has such a short shelf life, bless its soul
It's about you, all about you
And it's probably why you don't really respect it or know how to
Fuck a fickle fanbase, stuck a middle finger in their damn face
Does the pinnacle of my hand taste dirty like the suggestion gesture?
You're best to drop out the school of hard knocks
Get murdered by stress and pressure, pressure cooker
I'll leave the party with a mass amount
Of assed out demo tapes to butcher
Could ya, give it a little bit of a listen, bro?
And to do me a favor and play it on a big system though
And to give me a detailed critique of my hot shit
Sure thing, boss, I'll get right on it
Oh hell no he didn't!
Oh yes he done did, my friend
Think he was so very special among the hundred thousand
You play the fence, your flow is weak and your concepts suck
It makes no sense, so to speak, your logic's fucked
You made no dents over beats that got lots of cuts
Noise you do have toys like you stocked with Tonka trucks
You're not alone
This world's a rock of drones
Who rock microphones and abuse generous ears
With the "Yeah! Yeah!" off the dome
You're not alone
This world is stocked with clones
And my dear Watsons are coming to bite a style near you
You'd best for sure lock your homes
You'd best for sure lock your homes
You'd best for sure lock your homes
You'd best for sure lock your homes
And beware, the garden gnomes