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Blueprint Lyrics - Singles - Weerd Science

I got a story to tell 

Check check 

 

Crazy glue, make sure you get it in the cracks and crevices 

To put me back together is 

Not an easy task, but it's not like I asked you to do it 

It was your choice the whole time, you knew it 

So you're here to build me back up? 

Start with the legs and work your way up 

Used to usin' to run so please pay extra attention 

When you piece the flesh back together section-by-section 

"There'll be some slight bruising." 

Yeah, I figured that much, wow they both look great 

"Yeah but don't try to stand up, just relax." 

O.K., I can handle that, 

Thank you so much for this, how could I ever pay you back? 

Movin' on to the hips, strap 'em in place 

Wrap the skin around, find my dick, attach it at the base 

Put my balls on, yup right there 

Before it was shattered it was way bigger I swear 

Wow, this is awesome. This is... super fat, awesome 

 

Father, are you speakin' to me? 

Every little cunt that I fall in love with, 

She ends up breakin' me 

Put me back together, assemble my brain 

It's my worst enemy 

Look at these people stare, I tremble 

Why do they hate me? 

 

Get out my stomach! Wow, that feels great 

Like butterflies, this is like fate 

Or destiny that we met 

You might be the best thing that ever happened to me 

And it's a promise I won't forget 

Work up to the chest, yes, perfect 

Strap my neck on, "Here, see if you can turn it" 

Aw, it's a little stiff but nothin' to be concerned with 

You're doin' a wonderful job hunny 

"Well, you deserve it" 

Weary? Why stop now? Make sure my back's in order 

Focus on the shoulder blades 'cause they tend to get sore 

from all the punchin' and kickin' I do 

"Why do you do that?" 

'Cause hip-hop kicks my ass and I try to kick it back 

It's awesome, I can't wait for you to see it and believe it 

'Cause I know I can do it with the best of 'em 

"Well, we'll see about that" 

Aw, shit, she's just like the rest of 'em 

Aw, yeah, and when the butterflies turn into butcher knives 

 

Father, are you speakin' to me? 

Every little cunt that I fall in love with, 

She ends up breakin' me 

Put me back together, assemble my brain 

It's my worst enemy 

Look at these people stare, I tremble 

Why do they hate me? 

Check check 

 

I'ma try to disregard that last comment 

'Cause this is the most crucial part of my reinstallment 

My mind, see it's not just placin' my brain in 

My memories are scattered on the floor in the basement 

Oh, see that one? It was seventh grade her name was Meagan 

I fell in love for the first time, and I changed 

And I learned a lot at a young age 

Like how to deal with real pain 

Adults, they didn't care, my friends thought I was so lame 

"Hm, that's funny" 

Well, put it in 

"I don't know, I mean, do you really need it again?" 

They're my memories 

"Well, we'll make new ones" 

But I don't wanna lose 'em, I mean this is what made me who I am 

"But I built you and I should have a say, don't you agree?" 

No, I'm me and you're you, see? 

Two different people, not one. 

I knew it was only a matter of time before trouble begun 

and the moral of the story is (Get out, bitch) 

Aw, fuck it, Self Destruct 

 

Father, are you speakin' to me? 

Every little cunt that I fall in love with, 

She ends up breakin' me 

Put me back together, assemble my brain 

It's my worst enemy 

Look at these people stare, I tremble 

Why do they hate me? 

 

Goodbye, everybody 

 

Father, are you speakin' to me? 

Every little cunt that I fall in love with, 

She ends up breakin' me 

Put me back together, assemble my brain 

It's my worst enemy 

Look at these people stare, I tremble 

Why do they hate me? 

 

Bye, everybody 

 

*The Illuminati is real, and they are watching you, right now. 

They are inside of your television, your telephones. Be careful. 

They are inside your mother, and your father. Be careful.* 

Are you remember?

Fiasko

Artist: Die Ärzte