Feasting.On.The.Guts.Of.Angels.

Lyrics: Spencer Linn/Patrick Jobe/Cameron Harrell Music: Spencer Linn/Patrick Jobe/Jeremy Klein Sh-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Slo– ho-no-no– Slow Ha-ba-ba-ba Hwooooo You think that I won’t I’m sick of the front, I got no ****ing patience, yeah, yeah She jump down my throat, manage your expectations, yeah, yeah You’re building a roof when you got no foundation, yeah, yeah Signal the smoke, spare me the altercation, yeah, yeah I’m sick of the front, I got no ****ing patience, yeah, yeah She jump down my throat, manage your expectations, yeah, yeah You’re building a roof when you got no foundation, yeah, yeah Signal the smoke, spare me the altercation, yeah, yeah Been a minute since I really took a minute, yeah, yeah Been fixated on too many different women, yeah, yeah I’ve been spinning, avoiding all of my feelings, yeah, yeah Spilling my guts while I’m staring at the ceiling, yeah, yeah I’ve been here too many times I’m slowly losing my mind B***h, I’m broke and I got holes in my clothes, but I am not impatient, yeah, yeah What the **** I do I want? Think I got hesitations, yeah, yeah 33 always gonna be spicy, call it capsaicin, yeah, yeah Under the impression that we’re ever gonna stop but you’re ****ing mistaken, yeah, yeah You a façade, b***h, you so fraudulent I can see it on your face, not so confident Tried to manipulate me and my brothers Thinking I won’t but that b***h needs a buffer Used to pawn licks, now I’m top of my game Peeling the skin back from under my face Got a taste for it, now I just do it for thrills They tried to bait me, put a shot in his gills Not mad, I’m the gadfly, no cyanide 'cause the world just gonna keep killing me still Sleuthy like Socrates, no one’s ever gonna be able to say they bought me Actin’ like you not there, but I still care, still stare with a blank face, wondering what the **** is on the TV With a Phoebe, tell me take her someplace, 'cause she really wanna to please me Got them blinders on like Peaky I’ve been here too many times, oh, oh I’m slowly losing my mind See red in her eyes, all of these b*****s evil, yeah, yeah You twisting your tongue, twisting my mind, that's lethal, yeah, yeah Not part of the script, taking you out the sequel, yeah, yeah Right before I leave, I’ma get revenge, Max Keeble, yeah, yeah I’ma save you the heart ache Think it’s time that we part ways (Yeah) Not here for the long wait Think my time is a short stay (What) You don’t know the half of me, it’s sad to see that everybody laughed at me like Sąjūdis, (What, b***h) Now b*****s throw it back for me so casually like, “Deet-da-deet-da-deet-da-deet-da-deet-da-deet-da-deet” Poor another cold one, swallow down a whole one, checking my pulse, am I dead? Can’t tell All that I know is I’m leaving my soul as you’re in my ear screaming, “Burn in hell” Clip that *cough* What's up? 'Cause one day, b***h, I'ma come back, rub this shit in yo' face Eat your words that disgraced No more MIAs, only KIAs, where the dog tags? You think that I won’t I’m sick of the front, I got no ****ing patience, yeah, yeah She jump down my throat, manage your expectations, yeah, yeah You’re building a roof when y– when you got no foundation, yeah, yeah Signal the smoke, spare me the altercation, yeah, yeah I’m sick of the front, I got no ****ing patience, yeah, yeah She jump down my throat, manage your expectations, yeah, yeah You’re building a roof when you got no foundation, yeah, yeah Signal the smoke, spare me the altercation, yeah, y–