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Soul Like Khan by Soul Khan

Released on Monday, November 15th, 2010
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Shitted On Lyrics (by Soul Khan)

i was beyond aching to the break of dawn taking
pictures in my mind of the way she got quaking
limbs to settle with heavenly palms gracing
arms that'd be reaching for the shape of her escaping

i wonder where it went, you know that good old sensation
that had our bodies fastened, now it's got me asking
was it just a smokescreen from the very opening
of this close thing that fell apart into loathing?

but if it was sincere, then tell me
nah, nah, if it was sincere, then really
how'd the hell we
end up like this?
you living easy, but me i'm looking lifeless
when people see me, they're calling you a trife bitch

they don't understand, well neither did i
too bad the pills didn't keep you from breeding them lies
when i was deep in them thighs
infatuation turned to anxious waiting for you to give me another reason to cry


i feel shitted on
with my hands on my head
and my chest still beating though you left me for dead
i feel shitted on
was i the man of your dreams
or just a meaningless piece of your plans and your schemes?
i feel shitted on
you know i'd treat you like a goddess
gave you everything though you could never keep a promise
shitted on
my house'll never be your home
if you're the only one then, yo, i'd rather be alone


well, putting back together all the pieces was tough
i wore my heart on my sleeves, now i bleed through the cuffs
wasn't fucking with no empty headed creature of lust
she was my earth, wind, and fire, burning deep through the crust

but then suspicion arose and what this chicken disclosed
rendered her love letters phony fictional prose
it was blood, guts, and whiskey
lungs rusted, sixty
cigarettes a day but i cut back to fifty

double that in years and you may grasp the solitude
wastelands i'm crawling through
but i gotta pretend i'm perfectly polished, new,
and ready for display on that show room floor
but the salt of her lips keeps these old wounds sore

i'm needing more than medicine
love was full length so i wore it as a second skin
now i want to tear it off and throw it to the reckless wind
and flip a middle finger the direction that it's exiting