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16 Years
166
Hip-Hop/Rap
16 Years was released on May 11, 2010 by Anti/Epitaph as a part of the album LI (F) E
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Release DateMay 11, 2010
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sage Francis
Sage Francis
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sage Francis
Sage Francis
Songwriter
Jim Becker
Jim Becker
Songwriter
Tim Rutili
Tim Rutili
Songwriter
Brian Deck
Brian Deck
Songwriter
Kurt Read
Kurt Read
Songwriter
Gordon Patriarca
Gordon Patriarca
Songwriter

Lyrics

The sun flies through the sky and leaves darkness in its wake
Now I hear the hell hounds barking at the gate
To be honest sometimes I don't want you to relate
This ain't up for discussion, it's not a topic for debate
Entrepreneurs, they want to bottle up the hate
Slap a label on the glass so hard that it'll break
If you break it, you buy it, and we sold it by the case
It's okay if you just try it, you can hold it to your face
How close can you get without touching?
How far removed can you get from the public?
Can you keep a secret? If not, can you tie a slip knot?
Can you stand high up on this brick
Block and listen to the clock tick?
Talk and switch gears
It's been one, two, three, four, five, six years
Are they all dancing now? Are you joining the party?
Are you celebrating life just by destroying your body?
It's a part of your psyche I want to sightsee
I don't need you as a tour guide and I don't want you to like me
I was voted least likely, that's it, just least likely
So pardon me if I seem feisty
Bite my tongue like a bullet, take a pull from the peace pipe
Push past the low expectations of me each night
I leave light in my wake, I moonwalk across the floor
'Til I hear the sex kittens all purring at the door
There's something outside that we all want
But inside there's an X who marks a soft spot
'Til it rots and decays and then no one else cares
It's been seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve years
Now I sell pennies to the well-wishers, I fish through the coin slots
I fall for a girl's bait and participate in boycotts
I demonstrate a demon's trait with a face void of thoughts
If that don't launch a thousand ships then that's Helen of Troy's loss
There's nothing in this horse
It's hollow, it's empty, its entry will not be forced
Like an eye socket stripped clean of tears
It's been thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen years
Written by: Brian Deck, Gordon Patriarca, Jim Becker, Kurt Read, Sage Francis, Tim Rutili
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