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Braille - Club Soda
(from the album Scatter Brain)
© copyright 2005


CHORUS:
This is for my people in the club, hey, yo!
Sitting in the corner like I should have stayed home
Iím only in here when Iím rocking the show
Otherwise this is the last place I go
But this is for my people in the club, hey, yo!
Sitting in the corner like I should have stayed home
Iím only in here when Iím rocking the show
Otherwise this is the last place I go

I never feel fly, I never feel hard
When I walk in, Iím nervous, I donít feel like a star
Didnít come with extra money to throw away
They give me drink tickets that get thrown away
Yeah Iím off sitting, sipping pineapple juice
And mix it with Sprite, try to be a light or a witness
I see guys yelling at they lady friends
Iím yelling at the microphone, would rather be home in bed
Bu Iím here instead, the place might be packed
The place might be empty, I just came to rap
I hope Iím not just trying to get my name out
Telling all the people Iím happy that they came out
But itís all a lie, it kinda hurts inside
Some of them are so wasted they canít even drive
When I look in their eyes, the expression is blank
Most of them are just trying to escape
I say

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Yo, the restroom is dirty, thereís barf in the sink
I toilet wonít flush, I get a adrenaline rush
The lights get dim, drinks spill on the dancefloor
Did a fight just break out, are they asking for an encore
Somebody dropped a glass, there goes another one
Momma, why you here, whoís gonna babysit your son
Donít flirt with me, canít you see Iím sweaty
Canít you see I got a ring on, thatís right, Iím married
And I donít wanna freestyle in the parking lot
While youíre spitting in my ear, messing up, asking if itís hot
Trying to grab the mic, thatís why we turned it off
Nobody can hear you, right now youíre sounding soft
And youíre off beat, the beat keeps switching
I know what it feels like when nobody listens
Sometimes I feel the same way, even as a headliner
Just when I find myself freestyling at the diner, saying

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I donít feel like a star, thereís no spotlight
I might sell two CDís, give some away for free
I get frustrated, questioning what itís all worth
Does it matter what I say if they canít hear the words
But the words arenít nothing, thatís not what they see
When my song stops playing, thatís when my actions speak
And those actions are worth more than anything I sell
This music is just a reflection of myself
I canít fake who I am, neither can you
If we canít be who we are, how can we understand truth
Iím not judging, but at the same time, Iím not budging
If we talk long enough, both of us could probably learn something
So Iím open to listen, wait for my turn
The only reason Iím here is cuz Iím deeply concerned
The atmosphere is hot and youíre easily burned
The only reason Iím here is cuz Iím deeply concerned
Saying

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