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• Artiste: Heath McNease
• Titre: Chalk Outline
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Verse 1: Look at that chalk outline Where the opening band was at Well could you draw out mine? Cuz they don't look like fans of rap I'm feelin' loose, lean, fresh, and clean High hopes, low self-esteem And everybody needs a little rescuing Enter the next-best-thing to the next-best-thing Trusty Converse shoes cover the tube socks Fashionista do's make it a do not The room's hot but, really the room's not It's the response of the technicolored tube top Blackest sheep at the sheep convention I lead cuz they only see in three dimensions Truthfully I'm too much of a freak to fence in And you could be the reason why I leap these fences Biproduct of a nice sonnet, iconic I kinda got it like I want it and I want it now Fly sonic, bionic, tiger eye on it I promise I'm a wanna rock it until you shut it down But everybody's throwin' canned goods Duck and dodge more bottles than a man should Mutiny, it does a number on the manhood Exit stage left is now the plan...good Chorus: Nobody ought a live this way Up all night and I sleep all day Roll over when it's time to play God said rock star and I said ok Nobody ought a live like this Internet fan mail sealed with a kiss Royalty checks for thirteen cents I wanna pay dues but I can't pay rent Verse 2: 1, 2, 3 and to the 4 Heath McNease is asleep on your floor Broke in the front door with blunt force And uncorcked door lock dumped on your porch Don't arrest me, instead, let me invest Who's interested in breakfast in bed? French toast plus an acoustic ballad Then folks I serve soup and salad Pinto, but insurance is valid Quid pro quo insuring my housing Scratch my back I'll scratch a thousand Tickets, splittin' the riches I'm coming out with Make a dollar out of eighteen cents In a coma on the carpeting to save me rent Sorry you're the victims But it's better then to beg for forgiveness than get your permission Who put the no fun in I got no funds? Harlem Shotgun, arson's so fun Grand larceny, varsity squad Man, parts of me heart to be caught Chorus