[Sage Francis]

I am..

More than two faced, I've got at least six with cheap tricks

To hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks and lips

I use battin' rouge to battle crews who don't like the remix

And you just act confused by the way I choose to fuck with a double helix

Cuddle with me quick, get befuddled and sea sick

My ugly mug'll be equipped to make it a struggle to see shit

The beat kicks, my belly feels empty I want a person there

I'll curse and swear, and act unmother-like until I persevere

Haven't been to church in years, right now that's the setting

I couldn't think of a better place to cover my face and have a wedding

It's upsetting how plastic my mask is getting

It's melting and releasing toxic fumes

Covered by lots of perfume, never coming out of my closet of costumes

Cartoon versions of myself get drawn out

After that occurs, time gets consumed

I'm in the dressing room with the caricatures

Until my head is cured I'm heading for pedicures and manicures

Man, if your not damn sure of whether or not

to pop the question I'll let you in on the answer..

Think of sex in a camper...

A phony life with a trophy wife, menthol cigarettes and cancer



Smoke and Mirrors



So sophisticated



So cool



I AM..

An illusion specialist turning tricks who could never diss

The one the wake up next to even if it's not the one they went to bed with

Breakfast at Tiffany's, skip lunch, make sure the dinner table is candle lit

I squish my feet until they crunch, but I'm unable to make these sandals fit

I can't just sit I need to MOVE and power walk, because Oprah said it

And I won't forget it, she does it during the opening credits

I'm so sy