Credits
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(There no, I can't read it)
(There's no, there's no words on it)
(Okay)
(What is)
(For credits)
(I don't know what that means, to play us out)
(What does that mean?)
(To end the show?)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Alright go, go)
[Verse 2]
(In five, four, three)
(That's tomorrow and that is it)
(Five, four, three)
(That's tomorrow and that is it for us today)
(And we will leave you with a)
(I can't do it)
(We'll do it live)
(WE'LL DO IT LIVE)
(Fuck it)
(DO IT LIVE)
(I CAN GO AND WRITE IT, I WILL DO IT LIVE)
(FUCKING THING SUCKS)
[Verse 3]
Oh, oh
This world is not what you think it is
This world is not what you think it is
Oh, oh
This world is not what you think it is
Am I the hand that moves or the fingerprint?
Ah
[Verse 4]
Finger tails, runners on my finger tails
Reefer in my cuticles, police roll my fingerprints
Count the fucks I give on my left hand if I was fingerless
Middle finger shit, tell the hookah girl to bring some tips
Fingerprint's identical to a genius's
Blame my temper, I don't say it unless I mean the shit
What's the difference 'tween the critics and the hypocrites?
Same difference between re-blood-licans and dema-crips, fact
[Verse 5]
This world is not what you think it is
This world is not what you think it is
This world is not what you think it is
Am I the hand that moves or the fingerprint?
Oh, oh
[Verse 6]
Why the cost of living so overpriced?
Keep my loyals on retainer like a overbite
When you the stoner type, a lot of weed be overhyped
Half a pound or more, a quarter won't suffice
You see what my composure's like?
Been on the road for forty nights
Never make a ho your wife
But these days ho is life
Always got something in the air like poltergeist
[Verse 7]
There's your want, an activity paranormal
And I feel it in every corner, aroma of marijuana
By now this shit should be legal on every corner
That'll happen once they get profits off every grower
Madness, I see Babylon and it's crashing
I'm asking why this was crafted, who is the admin?
The masses feel like we're captive in this contraption
I'm spazzing, I'm captain stabbing, salute to savage
[Verse 8]
(You and me, brother)
(In his hands)
(He's got the whole world in his hands)
Oh, oh
[Verse 9]
This world is not what you think it is
This world is not what you think it is
This world is not what you think it is
Am I the hand that moves or the fingerprint?
Written by: Ben B. Goss
