Rustic Overtones - Feel lyrics

Juke blastin faster slow it down

If I huff and I puff san i blow it down

In every disco in San Francisco

I had a chance but I missed though

Can I write the hit though?

The kind they play on the radio stations

Patience is a virtueif the agents haven't

Heard you, preferred you

They'll desert you like Benedict Arnold

I won't be dicked around, no

Drinking water while they are sipping wine

In their condo or mansion

I'm off in a tangent again

Before I make my way to the end

The sentence must mend or be bandaged.

A slight disadvantage.

I know we sound full but we're famished.

We get feast, we get famine...all the time...

They say it takes a song so I went along

Tripping and falling, bawling out my eyes

Wishing that I was recording.

They say I'm gonna have to wait

Another week for the cake

I say oh my soul what is this ringamarole?

Always dealing sour card so I fold.

I don't wanna get rich before I'm old

Just wanna get my belly full.

We get feast, we get famine...all the time...