The Clout, Pt. 2

(Much more is what we got
So
That’s believing)
MC Exposition:
Hey yo, It’s Expo
Ain’t a damn thing changed
I’m still riding the bus
And still taking the train
Still doing the same thing
I did last year
(What's that?)
Rocking shows
Doing Work
Drinking Beer
Yeeeeeaah
That’s just my way of life
Baby
My third eye
Steady scoping the ladies
Every woman that I hurt
I’m sorry I didn’t mean it
That’s the way I feel
You don’t have to believe it
I get strung like a wire
You can call me a liar
I’m sorry darling
I got certain desires
And it ain’t just me
It’s almost every other man
But I hate that I’m the one
That had to make you understand
When you see me
We can chill
It’s up to you
Just know that
I still got love for you
And we can be friends
Until the world ends
But I’m just not trying
To make you my girlfriend
I’m sorry
Verse 2: MC Expostion:
I never go to the club
'Cause I wouldn’t get in
The closest thing I own to shoes
Is my City Year Tim’s
So you’re not gonna see me
Buttoned up these days
I dress marta farda fada (sp?) like
My father used to say
My shirt’s untucked
And that’s the way that I’m stuck
If you expected something else
Baby you’re shit out of luck
I want to talk to the girl
But the girl’s too bashful
So I stumble to the pub
And grab a pint of Newcastle
I pick up the phone and I tell my crew come
To People’s Republic
Where I get my boots from
A Red Star bar man
That’s what I’m about
Plus that’s where the indie rock girls
Like to hang out
I see her throwing darts from across the room
She walks over just to tell me
That my hair is cool
This baby asks me for my number
I said I’m Exposition
With that dude who plays sax
For No Bud for Bisson