The vending machine lights up like a jukebox and Slug & Murs come out from behind it with mics on and these words written on the tour journal in Murs hands:
Felt : Slug and Murs
-The Biggest Lie__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
The problem with me is i think too much, relying on this pen and this ink too much,
and i do too much, i'm always on tour, accumulate points till i forgot about the score,
and the problem with you is you don't think at all, your brains dead weight so you think and you fall,
you drink and you smoke till your motivations gone, and you know this is true that's why you hate this song,
The problem with me is codependancey, so afraid of the day that you won't remember me,
Knee deep in anxiousness, needy like an infant, escapism: beats, rhymes, alcohol, and women,
The problem with you, you let your self stop believing and now your afraid of your own thoughts and feelings,
but thats how i share what i love most about you, lost your voice now no choice but to doubt you,
Now the problem with the world, the lack of respect, for our earth, for our children, for the future we neglect,
For the morals, for the values, for the god that we select, millions die every day without a cause to effect,
The problem with the revolution, it's never gonna happen, through these marches, through this music, through these ******** rappin, these communists, these socialists, or any other faction, arm chair activists all talk no action,
The problem with the people that i stay surrounded with they all want to replace faith with a psychologist, bring the evolution where the thinkin is pollution, when they swallowin the balance and they drinkin the solutions,
The problem with the people that i won't stand next to, they don't here the songs that we sing for the rescue, the keys of life, the base lines of saddness so that people who don't have reach out and grab it,
The problem with hip-hop, s**t, nothing at all, "*when there's a problem*" it arranges, it changes, it evolves, it's not always for the better but be patient with it yall, for our time will come and the wicked will fall,
The problem with this song is it ain't long enough to say how ******** up it is that we livin this way, nothing is all right but everything is O.K. so we plan for tomorrow but we live for today,
The problem with sex is self respect calibration, the orgasm service is your validation, and the problem with love is it lives in a book now, the problem with drugs is that their too ******** good now, the problem with logic is there's to many loop holes, and the problem with truth is that it's usually brutal, the problem is i can't trust most of what i see so ******** it all the problems of life must be me!
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*inserts coin*
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