Waiting Room (featuring Haviland Stillwell)

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[Drake "Marvin's Room" Instrumental]

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this is for everyone with too many words and no one to give them to
so they keep you up at night
and if you're like me and you can't sing i give you permission
to sling words, hurl bells (ring!), wake 'em up
sting 'em til they give a fuck about you
impossible's never true
fling your poetry 'til your face is blue
this song
is still about you


when you try your best but you don't succeed
i'm just waiting to get better
when you get what you want but not what you need
tell me: should i be afraid of me?
when you feel so tired but you can't sleep
i'm just waiting to get better
stuck in reverse
and the tears come streaming down your face
i'm just waiting to get better
when you lose something you can't replace
tell me: should i be afraid of me?
when you love someone but it goes to waste
i'm just waiting to get better
could it be worse?

in one night, jaded: standin upright
to hastily wasted
in this space waitin Patient for the sight
of trauma satiated
"see me! abate this! " i prayed it. and had faith. shit.
your absence is abrasive
mouth still spittin out this taste in it
white walls stained with my perpetual plight
and i hate it
you're evasive. i'm incubated. frightened
with breath bated
visitation rights are only for the wife
and we never dated
still
woulda been more than nice
if you'd have made it

and i will try
i'm just waitin to get better
to fix you

in and out of class, years passed
i didn't notice
i asked, "you love me?" exasped
you said, "focus."
there's nothin i won't miss.
each new love's a cold kiss,
bad blood, bad breath, halitosis.
an excuse to relapse feelin hopeless,
rhyming crass and too fast: roadrunning's
how i blast the urge to stay broken.
aghast, i purge. Hell, i already wrote this.
it's no miracle remedy, no hocus pocus
i'll have to ask myself just... who's the hostess
of this calamity and why can't we co-exist?
you're the doctor, you tell me. i paid my fee.
diagnosis this.
cuz

i'm just waiting to get better
tell me: should i be afraid of me?

in Spanish "take care" is "cuidate" bitch.
mind panicked i ravage cabinets
in aftermath damage, liquor wreaking havoc
on quilted fabric of past not built to last:
drastically disastrous.
heart bypassed, sickness moves south: gastric
the moment's past, trick.
i asked, pick me pick me pick me.
thank god you didn't so i could write this lick, see
it's just the art that keeps my skin thick, believe
even with my heart on it there's tricks up this sleeve
i'm not like the movies
at the end of this fantasy
kitty cat's no pussy
my beauty turns beast

when you try your best but you don't succeed
i'm just waiting to get better
when you get what you want but not what you need
tell me: should i be afraid of me?
when you feel so tired but you can't sleep
i'm just waiting to get better
stuck in reverse
and the tears come streaming down your face
i'm just waiting to get better
when you lose something you can't replace
tell me: should i be afraid of me?
when you love someone but it goes to waste
i'm just waiting to get better
could it be worse?


lights will guide you home
and ignite your bones
lights will guide you home
and i will try
i will try
to fix you

i will try
to fix you
to fix you

you said, "there are things you are afraid of, most of them won't happen,"
true cuz were you wrappin me in love i wouldn't be rappin
i'm afraid of my pillow, i'm afraid of sleep
the day heals but you're there to break my heart in a dream
i'm afraid of future, i'm afraid of dad's disease
i'm afraid i'll get everything i want and nothin i need
i'm afraid to recuperate halfway, with no feeling
not afraid to die but can't live forever unhappily
"some of them might happen, you will probably cry if they do"
sometimes people die, it's stupid but why i say "i love you"
"and then i'll tell you what happens, you cry a whole lot" i do!
i did! bought Kleenex stock to mop the snot
"and the next thing is you get up"
no matter how rough
"and start over"

lights will guide you home

(there are things you are afraid of. most of them wont happen. some of them might happen. you will probably cry if they do. this is what has happened to me a bunch of times. then ill tell you what happens. you cry a lot and then the next thing is you get up and start over.)

credits

from Inhospitable Bed, released September 4, 2012
concept/lyrics by LICKI UCROJ
additional vocals and melodic composition by Haviland Stillwell
mixing by Jack of Co.Z
[GetJacked.bandcamp.com]

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LICKI UCROJ Los Angeles, California

LICKI UCROJ is a performance raptor: rapper, writer, solo performer, and apprentice to master ripper Jack of Co.Z.

THE CARPET MIXTAPES are a precursor to her memoir (CARPET: or, how DD's, MD's, and universiD's left me sleeping on the floor), which will be shockingly honest, heartbreakingly hilarious, and generally like nothing you've ever before read.
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