No Cause (feat. Gold Fang & Caro)

A hat with no home A head with no train There's no reservation at the hotel I sit But I sit anyway Theres a standing ovation But I don't hear her applause She's stuck in the woodwork In the backstage there's a patient We're nursing No Cause I got keen I got cold I got spit turnt & wired High rise bleedem young Its a shot to the face in the last winning race High rise bleed in the dumb I break upon entry Cuz thats my home I'm not yours to play with You're ten feet short I'm paper cut stone The sadman's guitar kept the jewels in the basement This tables not steady - the fatman got tall There's stains in the papers In the street demonstrations White callin' black kettle thug I got keen I got cold I got spit turnt & wired High rise bleedem young Its a shot to the face in the last winning race High rise bleed in the dumb I turnt six off the rail And your mugs in the mail High rise burning tongue If the cops don't call Leave them framed on the wall High rise New World Come Im holding on, so easily, but to act upon, makes me heavy