Feet on the Ottoman
Album: Format Not Supported
By: James Patrick
By: James Patrick
Duration
4:01
Genres
Description
This track has been the most well-received song from my fans. The tune is more personal, where I am admitting and coming to terms with my shortcomings and flaws rather than disguising them. An emphasis on one's strengths in a braggadocio tone is played out in hip hop, and I kept that in mind while writing the lyrics.
Lyrics
Understand the lengths That I been willing to go To give the people the impression That I’m iller than most because I know I’m really soft I’m a cinnamon roll But I can Play specific character’s I’m Willem Defoe But yo When I’m hated on I feel the rejection It’s gonna give me the fuel To me its diesel unleaded because Ya’ll are telling me The goals I have in life are foolish need to cry And so my tears are like a wiper fluid This a jungle yo Machete’s got me knifin through it rap is a forbidden fruit, I Wait until its ripe to chew it ya You know I never had my pockets swollen That’s irrelevant cuz in my mind I’m omipotent Some ain’t feeling it They Saying I’m not thought provoking Nothin’ to write home about Return address and proper postage My buddy’s mother Lost her hair all after cancer her Smile still illuminates Could be a jackolantern So shouts To Mrs. Copeland Cuz the problems that I cope with Is nothing in comparison Your story instant moti-- Vation overloaded By the stress and so and moping But I’m Knowing that I can’t sink still I see your floating So this World is so cruel where nobody’s lenient I’m broke and I’m beaten I feel Alone and defeated Cuz Where I am and where I’m going There’s an ocean between it But Still I’m gonna travel til my goals is completed You feel this Keep it moving know a Handsome reward Is gonna come along eventually I’m planning the course The knock of Opportunity And dammit of course I’m On the mother fucking toilet I can’t answer the door Now I gotta ask Why the fuck these haters blog Youre a loser Living In ya mother’s basement dog Know you wanna rap Wishin you had James’ balls Let me pose the question Who the fuck you really hating on I’ma brush it off Words doesn’t faze me I Stay endure and embracing All this Fraternity hazing Degrade and debase me You try to purposely break me Ya Need to take my fucking feet And amputate it from ganggreen For me to stop running Mother fuckers im coming For me its not nothing To keep ducking ya punches Because Down the road And when your looking to improve you’re… Gonna scrape ya knuckles Like nuns with the wooden rulers And So You gonna soon learn To smell the marigolds I don’t spill a vein I Stab a varicose
