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letra de poor sport - jackson hunter

[verse 1]
a baccalaureate set me back like 40 stacks
plus the liquor and the drugs
women and the fun, sit-ins with a judge
in a city with addiction on a mission forfeittin’ privilege to see little ones
so really more than that, i could not afford the trap
but i saw the cheese and honestly
the gallows, i ignored ’em fast
a handshake from the chancellor with plans made to los angeles
where pamelas turn scapulas faster than chiropractors never handed bucks
now i’m interviewed by dimwit dudes only in it to just make a grip off you
art degrees mean all my fees are far from steep
marks received were hardly c’s and all this means is that it’s hard to eat
i often see my boss as he darts and weaves across the street in cars that reach a mach of three, but scoffs at me
when i ask him for the smallest raise
it’s hard to say but the darkest day might make me haul away and chop it in a shop for pay

[hook]
as a child i would smile stupidly
giggle to myself at what the future brings
now we’re missin’ vitals, socially stifled everyone could use a drink
my bank account has same amounts as the beauty seen
as a child i would smile stupidly
giggle to myself at what the future brings
now we’re missin’ vitals, socially stifled everyone could use a shrink
my bank account has same amounts as the beauty seen

[verse 2]
a couple misdemeanors have crumbled any leads with
employers who have foyers, gold structures like the caesar’s
it’s ironic cause they’re cautious to the chance that i might cheat some
when their owner’s office is the token spot that’s known for thiefdom
my eye is twitchin’, i don’t sleep much psychiatrist is pleadin privately to keep touch
and to keep me on these landfills of d-mn pills, i swear i don’t need them
but dr. sedative gets benjamins each time we speak, huh?
and don’t get me started on the promise i won’t drink rum
i’ve kept it solid, but hydraulics on the bottom of my seesaw
turn a problem to a mountain of the tallest then i think dumb
wish a faucet pourin’ seagram’s would come pr-nto to relieve stress
i don’t ever get to see friends
they get angry when i explain i’d hang but i need ends
i’m rockin’ venues after eatin’ dollar menus and i’ve gotta tell you, all of this is true
i don’t see checks

[verse 3]
are we all just buyers and sellers?
conniving and jealous, knives into sides for pie that’s priced to embar-ss
bunch of mice in a line for the ferris
searchin’ for cheese, hurtin’ with greed, deserted by thieves
what’s the price of losing our minds plus the tariff?
it’s no wonder that so many gettin’ higher than parrots
fl!ckin’ lighters, ignitin’ the spirits
forget worship of the wife in an era
where divide of a marriage leaves a child in peril
and i apologize to dolls and guys that i’ve been cold toward
dollar signs i’m caught up by, wish i could hold more
rocky times are monetized just like a gold score
honest eyes not on the rise but, have you sold yours?
because often times i’m offered lies then meet the bull h-rns
fathers hide then daughters find a man who rolls porsche
mamas cry cause markets dive and splash on old boy
domiciles turn volatile, ‘member?

[verse 4]
the roaches in my apartment are as large as the hope that has been departed
my ends are through, debt is huge, rent is due, stress accrues with every step into the kitchen void of shelves with food
i might go back to pushin’ dope that’s grown in the tropics
it’s straight up logic why a man might take a wallet
’cause some change in pockets won’t equate to fillin’ plates with omelettes
with wages awful, i’m afraid that i can’t stay with all this
and
no back-up plan, a packed-up van is useless, never had a chance, a rack of lamb from magic lamp is lucid
i won’t stack up cans, i’ll hack up grams tobacco plants of mucus while action cams distract quran word blastin’ camps of pastor dans
disasters then turn average man to putrid
even avid fans of savage lands for viewin’ but i’m past the chance of actin’ mad and p-ssive chants in fashion pants to fuel this
i want cash advance to travel france, a p-ssport stamped to prove it

[debt collector]
good morning, this message is for mr., uh hunter jackson
this is calling, concerning your delinquent account
we had a payment promise from you for last friday, the 14th
uh, which was broken
we still have not received payment
and today is the 19th
it is important that we speak with you today
um, otherwise i am forced to send your account over to collections

[verse 5]
i’m sick of people driving houses down the boulevard
they must be evil, lying foul is how they stole the car
that’s my rationale, capital’s been fallible ever since i donned the cap and gown
i guess it’s stack or drown
with each failure, dream of paraphernalia from a colder heart
still feel impaired from years of scales and the fullest bar
it is tragic how i’m bowin’ out so casual maximal smacks to ground, up above blackened clouds
what do you know about the one month i lost three my friends?
it’s astounding, all around me, swear i feel the end
when andrew died, i lost my mind, how can i sleep again?
chills up my spine, don’t want to cry
still can’t believe it yet
how am i supposed to laugh if you’re not makin’ me?
i got the biggest heart but, as of lately there’s latency
i would show my dark but i think frankily it makes a scene from vacancy look tame
i mean, what could you take from me?
let’s wait and see

[verse 6]
as a misfit in my adolescence i was told to “listen and stay at your desk clenched
please don’t fidget and don’t ask a question
if you show resistance, then you’ll have detention
here’s prescription if you lack attention
skip addiction and don’t wrack your senses
skim the pages ’til you’re in a state that memorizes endless lines that get you paper in the quickest way
dissipate the foolish infant traits and exercise the mechanized thoughts built to favor bosses in a race”
i’m livin’ through situations that movies are made about
i’m the peasant headed no direction
still i wanna take the crown
with a message for your highness
intercepted rather violent
soon i’m black below the eyelids
from the present, i am absent
i am sweatin’ for some absinthe
i am restless ’til the casket
reminiscin’ nickelbags while at saks fifth
window shoppin’, i won’t listen often ‘less it’s millions talkin’, please don’t call me “jackson”

[verse 7]
i’m so hungry that i hardly ever think straight
when did this money get up walking with it’s eight legs?
my boss placates right after i stay late promising a wage rate, a notch above minimum
and i can dream like
scotch hits my liver then, i call up some women, i’m wraught with strong venom in knots that block feelings
you drop all the linens while i watch your positions, we could rock to some hendrix then talk ’bout your business
i would mock ’cause i’m different
’cause i don’t punch a clock for a living
stop then more kissin’, i would drop you off from a distance
page the chauffer in my rover, at your block in a minute
now back to your regularly scheduled programming
the freezer’s cold and empty as my heart
it’s broke and mending
i know i’m betting on my livelihood to show my blessing
and i’ve had it up to brim like the gl-ss i poured with gin
i’m well past the point of grins and the path i forge is dim

[verse 8]
the women that i kissed in high school are now brides who found their soulmates in an instant
sky blue, picket fence and little tikes due any minute
and on sundays, read the bible, playin’ vinyl, goin’ swimmin’
as for me, unhappily, i’m ridin solo
i laugh then scream, i’m balancing like flyin’ pogos
asphalt bleeds and cracks are seen right where a rose grown
practicing to master these things that i don’t know
cash machines are fattening the back of jeans beneath the logo
that’s a dream where jackson leads the gathering by speaking solo
palace queens, they ballast me on balconies that reprieve loco
salary is packaged neat while stacked in jeeps, they drive in slow-mo
agony has transferred scenes through alchemy and they say ¿como?
past was bleak while travelling at half–ssed speeds but, that is no mo’
lasting peace and lack of grief from calvary is but a stone’s throw
tractor beam points at my needs and grabs a heap by way of chokehold

[verse 9]
you’ve heard it here, i’m on the verge of tears, a surge in fear that i’m still broke
in search of dear when i hit thirty years
’cause i don’t believe in god, so when i’m deceased and gone
i really won’t need this all
all that we keep is lost
i’m p-ssin’ by banks, rackin’ my brain
how ima sack up the place for me to count cash on a plane
i’ve been through so much that a gentle slow touch is more than enough to get me to say “i don’t give a f-ck”
even though i know i really care
that must be the thinker vs. watcher
my skin pale, my mood low, you’d think i play for the dodgers
when you pray, i get nauseous
nothing happens if you wait but, keep watchin’
while you stay safe, i unlocked it
a boy can dream, can’t he?
i’ve deployed a mean ante
i’ve bet everything on these words
i hope i see grammys
and i will keep standing even at the sea landing as i breathe panting ’cause i’m here and he can’t be

[outro]
as a child i would smile stupidly
giggle to myself at what the future brings
now we’re missin’ vitals, socially stifled everyone could use a drink
my bank account has same amounts as the beauty seen
as a child i would smile stupidly
giggle to myself at what the future brings
now we’re missin’ vitals, socially stifled everyone could use a shrink
my bank account has same amounts as the beauty seen
as a child i would smile stupidly
giggle to myself at what the future brings
now we’re missin’ vitals, socially stifled everyone could use a drink
my bank account has same amounts as the beauty seen
as a child i would smile stupidly
giggle to myself at what the future brings
now we’re missin’ vitals, socially stifled everyone could use a shrink
my bank account has same amounts as the beauty seen

- jackson hunter

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