whatever it takes - Stoneman, Tropes

In my dreams I steer my car from the backseat

Reach over the front like is this seat taken?

Thought I saw you stranded with me

Know I saw you, sight was abrasive

Wake up and my real life so-so

Lose shit all the time, where my phone go?

Hold this hate in my heart for no one

Could’ve sworn things were back to normal

What’s normal?

Who are you asking?

Want it done right?

Don’t hire a hack, then

Things have gotten better since back then

Even if it’s only by a fraction

This denim gets soaked in the rain

Mak peace with the sourc of the pain

Had to me tied to the tracks of the train

Big head like Mensis Brain

Don’t think too hard, okay?

We can get it done, today

If I’m in the right mood, okay?

Just out of my hands some days

I got all this fucking hair in my face

Was it worth it, or was it a waste?

Life’s worth it, whatever it takes

Woah, maybe, pause, play

[Chorus: STONEMAN}

I sit with my feelings, for real, that shit is a challenge

How do you do it?

I manage

Once I was metal, I’m stone

And I’m always Brandon

I sit at the table of dealings and dealing damage

Go back and forth with my baggage

Not always all-you-can-eat

Sometimes it’s all-you-can-scavenge

STONEMAN and Tropes, Tropesman

I’m in my zone, zoneman

I’m peaceful, look, ma, no hands

Eyerok, Shifting Sand Lands

You really gotta get with this program

Take a hint if you see a bad omen

XX years old, numerals, Roman

Life last least a lifetime, here’s hoping

[Verse 2: Tropes}

No face, no eyes, no recollection

Two big, prying eyes focused on a section

Why you down?

Don’t cry, drug supply is high

Take 'em down, but take no life, I got more to die

In the front I scream from the back door

And I come from the place that you ask for

Make his head holy, no pastor (no pastor)

You need a star charm for this car bomb, and it roll out

Luck on your side for the hand, final showdown

Keep that same energy when you pull up to my show to kill me

But the show is sold out

One, it’s automatic

Two, you’re just more dramatic, ya

Yeah, you problematic, talking shit, it’s TV static

One, yeah, no one likes you

Two, it comes back to bite you

But it ain’t your right to

Come and pass

Yeah, what, you wack (you ain’t nothing to me)

[Chorus: STONEMAN}

I sit with my feelings, for real, that shit is a challenge

How do you do it?

I manage

Once I was metal, I’m stone

And I’m always Brandon

I sit at the table of dealings and dealing damage

Go back and forth with my baggage

Not always all-you-can-eat

Sometimes it’s all-you-can-scavenge