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Allone Usa - I Get Down Lyrics

When they “Get Down”
It's dancing in a session or rapping with aggression
When I “Get Down”
It's a rapid sick descent into sadness and depression
I got to wishing that if I had half the optimism or
The proper wisdom in my doctorate writtens
Then I could boldly pay tenfold the cost of living
I'm not as altruistic as I've intuition with predictions
I read my ripping palms enough minutes to gather my grip on
Reality and the bar I set at a dizzying distance is slipping
You relate to it? Gosh I'm glad I fathered it!
But if you hate it then I'm a dead beat dad no one should bother with
Little orphan ante-up no clue who my daughter is
But if shes made of songs I writ I'm grateful my name won't be carried on by this
“All” right? Harsh I guess, but not preposterous
I'm a presumptuous pessimistic glutton for punishment
Starving artist loving the blood I lick off my upper lip
Scrumptious the succulent failure tastes like puzzlement
The bludgeoning resulting from suffering with
A subtle hint of crushed up wishes crumbled in
No hip rap or hit tracks, but I laughably intend to make an impact
So I never hit that hay, only used sheets are loose leaf getting wet
Burning midnight oil and the wick at each end. my eyes bleeding and red
Ironic all these dreams I invent but I'll sleep when I'm dead
My infectious obsession with this craft as captain is hazardous
Reclusive passionate rationing social status just to hatch all this
Tragic mess, rotten nest egg in one basket's net, run the numbers on the abacus
Dashing a mini tour through my collapsing elaborate cerebral labyrinth
Masochist, give my jaw's glass a jagged kiss, kicked to the curb stomp shatter it then
Slash your wrists, my cardiac's intense at times I feel I'll crack a rib
I'm an ass attached to my master's caravan masked with a canvas tent
Miscarriage baby talk this is a blasphemous sick marriage
The black swan song rings a wedding bell I'm alarmed when I'm asking this:
“Is a greater creative Cabinet the catalyst or is it my craftsmanship?”
Or “Would I'd rather them love me or my opus magnum manuscript?”
And I'm rattled when I don't know how to answer them
When they “Get Down”
It's dancing in a session or rapping with aggression
When I “Get Down”
It's a rapid sick descent into sadness and depression

Strange I notice I feel more comfortable in front of those thick
Big crowds but when I'm off stage I feel more safe once it thins down
Assumed I knew the ins and outs of this town, but I sense something
Fishy about it similar to Innsmouth. Sinister, unsafe in my own skin now
I sit down with my pen plow and till doubts until clouds spill spout significance
Take my moleskin and Bic, and quilt myself a chrysalis
Hurricane Houdini butterfly effect twister swiveling
Listeners permit and consider this my will in script
I wish my commemorative obelisk to be a spigot serving
The thirsty an opulent oasis to drink it, taste it and fill their fix
Down the rabbit hole like Lewis Carol wrote
Of Alice though it's dangerous unknowing
Where you have to go, ask Joyce Carol Oates
To be honest I feel monstrous like Charlize Theron
Or Christina, both, While I attempt genius strokes
Contemplating alienation as when Edith wrote Ethan Frome
Downhill, upset, set up, off kilter
Downright up tight, insight blindsided
Out of luck, in the wrong, I'm finished and nothing's done
Understand I'm overwhelmed, “well, so?” or “So Well!”?
Heavenly to have a hell, rained parade dry spell
Spellbound and bound to spell, keep to myself, no one to tell
Upstanding, downtrodden, glass ceiling rock bottom
Hard headed, soft spoken, close minded talks open
Fixated on broken, shrink my head thoughts growing
Black sheep brown nosing, red eyed out of the blue
Yellow belly I'm marooned, purple bruises white lie
Wet ears dry eyes, let me go, squeeze me tight
Push me off, please pull it, pillow talk, sheet music
Feel deserted, water bed, squared off circle of friends
Scared straight, round the bend, starting over at the end
Heart murmur getting loud, nothing's right, left out
Down to earth, head in clouds, swimmingly, getting drowned
Getting lost while I've found, I'm giving up when getting down
When they “Get Down”
It's dancing in a session or rapping with aggression
When I “Get Down”
It's a rapid sick descent into sadness and depression