Turntable

Yeah, he's gonna go, go get it
Gonna run, run, set it
In another wise hidden realm
Oh, everybody knows, it's fucking wild
And there's no fronting about itHey, it's not the style, nor a trial
It's the best of love and hate
Oh, come on, everybody, let's get together
I appall the backdrop of hateWell, there's no more food on the table
Well, what was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spins like a DJ's turntableA million eyeballs and a blink and a smile
With no dimensions in sight
Well, given an inch, a billion colors
The entire world's contrast lightOh, it ain't right, another fight
Well, all of it's so very clear
With my passion on a stud, I walked through
I walked through the vicious ones
And I really don't careWell, there's no more food on the table
And what was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spins like a DJ's turntableMy western mind has a hard time
(Hard time)
Getting across this trust
Passive resistance, your assistance
You're the one smoking dustIt ain't a style, nor a trial
It's the best of our love and hate
(Love and hate)
Come on, everybody, let's get together
I appall the backdrop of hateWell, there's no more food on the table
I once was strong, no longer able
And an open mind, no longer stable
And it spins like a DJ's turntableWell, ya spin like a DJ's turntable
Well, ya spin like a DJ's turntable
Well, ya spin like a DJ's turntable