"Bar Stool Confessions"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	(2001) Conversations with a bar stool.
	CD: Liquid Paper; The White Out   Label: Transient Records Credits: Produced by Oven Fresh. Written and recited by Sylph & Illicit.
	Lyrics One night in a bar... Somewhere between the fourth and fifth pitcher lost my internal picture of what I thought was bigger then life, now I write what needs to be said fed my ego the wrong shit, it turned up dead now my head's full of images I can't control want to hold someone but can't handle the load plus exploded dreams of walking hand in hand into sunsets replaced by thoughts of all the things I ain't done yet all in all y'all never keep your promise so I'll stick to my guns and stay brutally honest and you might not like what you got in your life but that's no kind of reason for leaving the fight if revolution's the solution what's the question cause I've been pondering action but I'm still stuck guessing tested my boundaries and finally concluded there ain't one thing in life that would hurt if I lose it somewhere along the line something broke in me and I don't even want to fix it, I just want to be free if I had a car I'd drive it off of the road and let it sit in a ditch until the body corrodes and I suck at cards cause I keep trying to fold (I'm out) before the dealer sits down and gives me something to hold so throw your hands in the air, let me see that you care bare your soul to the music, we ain't going nowhere Bar stool confessions, sit back and listen put your hand on my spine, put your ear to my mind let go of the time, let's escape this prison resign our affections, bar stool confessions Haven't forgotten the good times, I welcome them with open arms broken charms provoke these words trying to bind two hoping hearts disengage reactions, entrapment strangles me down to reality intoxicants calm my nerves while killing brain cells, living a fantasy suppress the anger, keep to my fucking self, talk only to close friends while your at the studio playing dress up, living out life on posed sets it's closed bets and y'all arriving ten minuets too late broke, smoke cigarette butts out the ashtray, and fuck fate it's two-faced who's race is it to run? follow your dreams right up to the sun I started out with heart, patterning vocals over the drums as far as your rhymes, they're a waste of dead trees wasted studio time, airplay, and manufactured CDs but it's cool, keep on venting, keep on whining, keep on crying keep on battling yourself in the mirror, entertaining reflections by freestyling I'll be smiling over here with forties of beer and freshly rolled joints eating grapes with bitches on skates acting how I rap, with no fucking point fuck the party, I've rocked it, the cops had to come and stop it cause hella fellows be getting jealous when I step up to the mic and pop shit stress, anger, depression, drugs, worries, and vision that's how I'm living my attention span is limited so I leave every stone unvisited leave headphone's solicited, making every listener submit to it eradicated invalid, validating the mic now enjoy getting hit with it Bar stool confessions, sit back and listen put your hand on my spine, put your ear to my mind let go of the time, let's escape this prison resign our affections, bar stool confessions I've painted the fairytale, reenacted these fucked up rituals sat with my drink, wondering with a grin if you want me to visit you everyone else don't matter, I've wasted all of my energy take a sip, close your eyes, face the speaker, and vision our chemistry and hope you remember me, so maybe one day when I run into you you'll reminisce as you pass me on the street how much I still get to you the sky has been gray for days but weather changes track so quickly and the more you scratch the spider bites the more they'll keep on itching the more you all keep bitching, dismissing ideas you continue with failure evil takes me where I'm headed, marijuana just calms my behavior no one's truly happy, I live that lie too, it's not just you but fuck it, get a buzz and relax, face facts it'll be over soon for now everyone get violent, initiate riots when in the mosh pit I got close enemies in the crowd snatching chains to exchange them for profit lost religion in a bottle but found my reflection moving towards the finish line but I ain't really pressing hold tight to opinion when the room starts spinning so I usually miss the whole lesson I'm learning and I really don't care as much as I should and I'll always be labeled as up to no good if I could turn around I don't think that I would cause I'm happy being nothing but misunderstood if I ever was in love sorry girl, I must have missed it worst thing to happen to you since you came to this planet? won't acknowledge the award, ditch precessions to the podium already out the door trying to out-run the boredom

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