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The waiting game - KMurdock Music Group
I melt in in the styrofoam
Taking my time
Everybody begging for a crumb
Dying to shine
Sub hits the floorboard
Rattles the dust loose
Scrambling for the front row
Blowing the trust fuse
Heavy tint on the window
See all the way back
Pushing it past a hundred
Already knew about the impact
Keep a slow drag
Blowing the smoke clear
Watching them choke on what they came here to hear
Dry mouth, talking too loud
Sweating the fine print
Maxing the limit out
Calling the bluff of the hint
Watching the room tilt
Sipping whatever pours dark
Waiting for the fallout to show where it starts
Just hold it down
Keep it low
Bass dragging
Ride in the deep wave
Nothing to prove to a loud room
Nothing to save
Pocket shifting
Catching the swing on the offbeat
Walk right past them
Drag my heels on the concrete
Yeah
Sit right in the pocket
Heavy lid down
Never gonna force it
Wait for the bell
Play gold turning the skin green
Dead trend running
Swiping the plastic to the back
And starts crumbling
Rattle on the ankle bone
Keeping the step slow
Betting the whole hand on a draw
With nowhere to go
Sweat cutting through the makeup
Foundation sliding
Begging the room for a crumb
Starving, confiding
Keep the breath long
Match the flute line
Tripping over their own feet
I'm doing just fine
Dry mouth, talking too loud
Sweating the fine print
Maxing the limit out
Calling the bluff of the hint
Watching the room tilt
Sipping whatever pours dark
Waiting for the fallout to show where it starts
Just hold it down
Keep it low
Bass dragging
Ride in the deep wave
Nothing to prove to a loud room
Nothing to save
Pocket shifting
Catching the swing on the offbeat
Walk right past them
Drag my heels on the concrete
Yeah
Sit right in the pocket
Heavy lid down
Never gonna force it
Wait for the bell
Sliding around on the rhythm
Losing the one
Taking the air from the room
Before anyone's done
Left hand on the shaker
Keeping the trance right
While they banging on the front door
Killing the good night
Watch how they slip
Catch how they fall
Swear they running the game
Hit the wall
Feel it sliding out of phase
Watching them locked in their own craze
Keep it low
Ride the deep wave
Watch the bass drag
Cold air in the lung
Watch it swing back around
Teeth over the tongue
Sit right in the pocket
Wait for the bell