Night Table (Acapella) E-Dubble (Ft. Peter Muth)

[Intro: E-Dubble]
And let the drum machine, let the drum machine, let the drum machine just bang
Freestyle Friday, let it bang, and let it bang, and let it, yeah

[Verse 1: E-Dubble]
Spill a little paint on the backdrop
Nowadays the words feel like chalk on the blacktop
'Cause when it rains they gone, it's invisible ink
No sharpie or indellible stink
Avoid the middleman by not using pens and papers
Verbal contracts only mask the fear and hatred
Operate the way that makes you feel the safest
Plagiarized the status quo, you just cut and paste it
Uh, I say fuck the waitlist
If you don't want me now you must be fuckinh wasted
Success is a flavor I have not yet tasted
But its been a fucking ride and there is no debating
No sidelines for us, my lungs will bust
Before I put myself on the bench or pack it up
Pull yourself out of bed and try standing up
You got a lot of work to do, I hope you packed a lunch

[Chorus: Peter Muth]
Still in bed even though its light
'Cause i can't fight these dreams
I'm in some picture that don't look right
But its still nice to be seen
I pick my head off the pillow
I see my shoes on that floor
I can't find any good reason
But I'll still walk out that door