Design Flaw - L'Orange, Chris Orrick

Just pour me a stiff drink and leave me the fuck alone

My story is missed links and riddled with undertones

Of various insults in between compliments

Scarily impulsive and overlaid common sense

Scoured the universe and scorched the entire earth

To find a L’Orange beat to bring you this tired verse

From a tired man who once was a firebrand

But once he had struck gold, he changed the entire plan

Now he walks with a flask on his path

Trying to figure out the math of his bills to his cash

Trying to make 'em match, even better leave him

With a little scratch for his cat and his stash

But in between the laughs and the gaffes

He’s a lit match, without a can full of gas

And the fumes, they’re never gonna last

So at last, he can light a cigarette and just relax

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So how have things been going?

How the fuck do you think?

Honestly pretty bad, I’m trying to get better at

Thinking about what they might put on my epitaph

Or thinking about how I’ve been treating my better half

Or thinking about the shit I’d be doing instead of rap

I could be working at McDonald’s or at the plant

Instead I’m overseas, Cali to Amsterdam

Moscow to D.C., Paris to Bellingham

But then the mind starts to think

And you know, the mind it connects to the spine

And the spine is entwined with the nerves, but I’m fine

I’m inclined to the wine and I pine for a time

When my crime was the name on the spine

Of a book, never mind all the signs, how it looks

It’s a crime, or at least how the law

Has it defined and I’m trying to be fine

But I’m not, my design is a flaw

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