Turntable

Yeah!


He's gonna go go get it
Gonna run run set it
In an otherwise hidden realm
Ahh! everybody knows, it's fucking wild and there's no fronting about it
It's not the style, nor a trial
It's the best of love and hate
I appall the backdrop of hate


Well there's no more food on the table
What once was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable


A million eyeballs and a blink and a smile
With no dimensions in sight
Well given an inch, a billion colors
The entire world's contrast light
Oh it ain't right, another fight
Well all of it's so very clear
With my passion on a stud, I walked through
I walked through the vicious ones
I really don't care


Well there's no more food on the table
What once was strong, no longer able
And an open mind no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable


My western mind has a hard time(hard time)
Getting across this trust
Passive resistance
Your assistance
(You're the one smoking dust)


It ain't a style, nor a trial
It's the best of love and hate (love and hate)


Well there's no more food on the table
What once was strong, no longer able
And an open mind no longer stable
And it spin like a DJ's turntable


Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable
Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable
Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable