Boy, You Better Save Face – A Girl A Gun A Ghost – letras

Baby Boy’s got a bad attitudeand he’d like to tell you where you’ve fallen short.Elite or insecure… you tell me.Rome is gonna burnWith the fury of a God.This six string dynamite will igniteA revolution.These notes are not frequenciesThese words are not poetry…Listen up BoyWe’ve got the new noise.We’ll share it with you,But you make the choice…Elite or insecure?How can we know for sure?We’ll throw him overboard…Just let him drown.Baby Boy’s got a bad attitudeAnd he’d like to tell you where you’ve fallen short.Elite or insecure… you tell me.Open your eyes; Why cant you seeThat it is that inspires me?Shed the burden of this visage;Take off the mask, ignore the mirage…Do not listen, you are your own.Rollow your own path, reap what you sow.Nero’s fingertips, like a noose around the neck, nimbly dancing until rubble is all that’s left. Thumbs down for you, gladiator, your black grown flooding Hades. Marching down, step by step, a faux facade parade.Baby boy, you’ve got to go…(Elite or insecure)Baby boy, you know there’s nothing to seeSo listen up, hear me out, and face the realityThat you don’t know me;You think that you own me;I don’t care about a single thingThat you show me.Everyone knowsThey should be watchin their toesWhen the names start droppin’And your ego show showsSo give up now, before it’s too late;Just turn and leave, while you can still save face