Buck 65 - Pants On Fire LYRICS

Sky diver, your pants are on fire and the rest of your clothes is blowing

And for some strange reason, your nose is growing

My skin is crawling, everybody's chin is falling,

jaws are dropping left and right

Lost cause you came like a thief in the night

With nice white teeth and a tight ass and long conversation

Fascinating feeling to spend months in your company

I never felt uncomfortable, even with my clothes off

Chillin so hard, my ass almost froze off

Everybody shows off and wants to look presentable

But the fact of the matter is that accidents are preventable

From the sound of the candy wrappers

Down to the handicappers

Everybody's got to exercise a little caution

But every so often expect things to get hectic or

Technically difficult and I begin to get skeptical

Especially when the canadian bacon gets sizzlin

Isn't it a sin when the ceiling is invisible

We need new inventions that reveal peoples true intentions

A portable pride protector, affordable lie detector

The wild lifestyle has the tendency to intimidate

But it isn't your invitation to imitate

In front of my face, you spoke my gospel like an apostle

But on the other side of town, you got coke in your nostril

Just for example, we all want to live a bit

Whatever, it's your body of water, why should I give a shit



Who are you anyway, and where did you come from

Dumdum, just when I thought I could trust someone

The mask comes off, and your face fades away

You radiate eighty-eight full shades of gray



Black and white rainbow, you know you ain't acting right

Game show hostess, stabbing every back in sight

The time has come thicker than blood

And make no mistake, I'm a stick in the mud

I'm a kick in your pants and I'm a lump in your throat

And I'm the hassle in your castle, I'm going to jump in your moat

Splash, hypocritical condition the hospital

Makes this mission impossible

Pretty much, I've got no patients left and as a physician or doctor

It puts me in an awkward position

No magician can trick me, or lick me with a cattle whip

So what makes you think you can sink my battleship

We ain't family, drama queen, the camera's rolling

Show me your swollen memories before the moment's stolen

Slow-motion Picasso, wearing the wool socks

And coming with the full clip, I'm sick of this bullshit



Who are you anyway, and where did you come from

Dumdum, just when I thought I could trust someone

The mask comes off, and your face fades away

You radiate eighty-eight full shades of gray