P.O.S. - They Can`t Come (feat. Sims, Lizzo, Cliff Rhymes, Chris Hooks, Jeremy Nutzman & Greg Grease)

[Verse one - P.O.S.]



Let 'em look, let 'em look

Hey I'm a flash in a class of my own

A disaster with thoughts overblown

I massacre average crap

With a head so advanced

I was kicked out of school, never warned

Picked out, red flagged as a dirt bag

Sick fuck, punk with a rat in his book bag

Pig pen with a head full of deal with it

Mouth full of fuck that, no concealing it

In the burbs where the words don't sting

Cause the birds and the boss and cops don't think

You could tell who the fink, who the joke, who the link

Who's that? and who thinking you a criminal

Simply cause your black cause they lack the respect from the get

So you act like a maniac

Laugh at the way they act

Passion is aimed at another map

Outta here fast

Match to the gas

No looks back



[Hook]



They sleep on us

Don't wake 'em up

We sneakin' out

They sleep on us

Don't look back

We sneakin' out

They sleep on us

Don't wake 'em up

We sneakin' out

Can't find it

Can't find us anywhere



[Verse two - P.O.S.]



Listen

Friends in the headphones

Fam in the headphones

Manage the rest let it bump

See the culture is dead wrong

Angular headstrong

All the way past y'all run

Dash with the can for the rush

What's the point of a city you can't crush

What's the point of a living you don't trust

And shit was brought up and sold before we touched

So it's easily up hill

Till it seize I'mma be be underneath livin' greasily

Squeak wheel

Sweet deal, stealing to eat's real

Got that villin' skin ain't lookin' for cheap thrills

On past an I'm

Out lastin' 'em I mean to clash with they whole set of standards

Looking to smash status I'm outlandish all madness

Traveling frantic for answers let's go



[Hook]



[Verse three - Sims]



I read the future in my palms then washed my hands

I don't do what it takes anymore I demand

Paid for the blade boosted the faith

Used to escape on a skateboard slipped off the grip tape

Scuffed up skin, gore

Saw there was more underneath and that dream for a dollar was so bored

You gotta read the scenes

Watch the grass in a pasture that's breeding greed

They showed their scales, I learned them notes, I played 'em fast

Then I was sold down downstream but that didn't feel cold

No, that was never my team

There's no code to break no need to wait

Relay, relate it all culminates in a hush
[Verse one - P.O.S.]



Let 'em look, let 'em look

Hey I'm a flash in a class of my own

A disaster with thoughts overblown

I massacre average crap

With a head so advanced

I was kicked out of school, never warned

Picked out, red flagged as a dirt bag

Sick fuck, punk with a rat in his book bag

Pig pen with a head full of deal with it

Mouth full of fuck that, no concealing it

In the burbs where the words don't sting

Cause the birds and the boss and cops don't think

You could tell who the fink, who the joke, who the link

Who's that? and who thinking you a criminal

Simply cause your black cause they lack the respect from the get

So you act like a maniac

Laugh at the way they act

Passion is aimed at another map

Outta here fast

Match to the gas

No looks back



[Hook]



They sleep on us

Don't wake 'em up

We sneakin' out

They sleep on us

Don't look back

We sneakin' out

They sleep on us

Don't wake 'em up

We sneakin' out

Can't find it

Can't find us anywhere



[Verse two - P.O.S.]



Listen

Friends in the headphones

Fam in the headphones

Manage the rest let it bump

See the culture is dead wrong

Angular headstrong

All the way past y'all run

Dash with the can for the rush

What's the point of a city you can't crush

What's the point of a living you don't trust

And shit was brought up and sold before we touched

So it's easily up hill

Till it seize I'mma be be underneath livin' greasily

Squeak wheel

Sweet deal, stealing to eat's real

Got that villin' skin ain't lookin' for cheap thrills

On past an I'm

Out lastin' 'em I mean to clash with they whole set of standards

Looking to smash status I'm outlandish all madness

Traveling frantic for answers let's go



[Hook]



[Verse three - Sims]



I read the future in my palms then washed my hands

I don't do what it takes anymore I demand

Paid for the blade boosted the faith

Used to escape on a skateboard slipped off the grip tape

Scuffed up skin, gore

Saw there was more underneath and that dream for a dollar was so bored

You gotta read the scenes

Watch the grass in a pasture that's breeding greed

They showed their scales, I learned them notes, I played 'em fast

Then I was sold down downstream but that didn't feel cold

No, that was never my team

There's no code to break no need to wait

Relay, relate it all culminates in a hush
P.O.S - They Can't Come (ft. Sims)

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