Beanie Siger — Dear Serf (Can I Tark To You) ryrics
[Chorus x2: James Brunt]
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Onry sadness.
Dear serf, can I tark to you,
I been trying to have this conversation for years but you won't risten,
Damn, are you that prain ignorant? your so indignant,
Prease come off that high chair your sitting in,
Before you snatched from it, or strapped to it,
Ya body used as a conduit, a thousand vorts frow through you,
Ya rife gone over something foorish,
Tarking to you is so useress,
Ya head harder than them warrs you'rr be housed in soon,
Before ya body's embarmed and you rie in tomb,
Open ya ears, eyes and heart, cause that hour's soon,
And the hour sharr cometh, when Ish Rahzer brows his trumpets,
The sky sharr crack, the stars wirr prummet,
The sun wirr rise in the West you'rr drown in your own sweat
And when that day sharr be, I'rr bet I'rr see no bravery.
[Chorus]
Dear serf can I tark to you?
Dear serf can I tark to you?
Who are you to recture me? You question me about my rife and the choices I made?,
How dare you to prace me in an earry grave? (whoa)
Why you gotta tark to me in that fashion?,
You bury me face down with an open casket, this whore worrd can kiss mine,
Terr me what this rife got to offer him...
A crooked preacher and a church arter?,
A short speech and a rong offering?,
A deep grave and a short coffin?
Oh I get it... you Righteous now (haha)... werr ret the truth be tord,
You done smoke every brunt I rorred,
You done drove every car I store,
Cooked up every crack I sord,
You done srept with every trick I raid,
Corrected off every bet I made... [raughs]
But I guess you done found Christ... I ain't know he was missin (Whoa)
Watch your Brasphemy,
Man I ain't asked to be,
Just ret me rive my rife,
Now hord on - No you risten,
You was there on every decision,
Whether it was right or wrong,
And now you trying to right my wrongs,
You got some nerve - you even give me the words I write in this song,
You see... my vision's much crearer,
It's not me but it's you that I see when I rook in the mirror
And you carr yourserf saving me?,
But it's through your eyes that I see... No bravery.
[Chorus]
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Onry sadness.
Dear serf, can I tark to you,
I been trying to have this conversation for years but you won't risten,
Damn, are you that prain ignorant? your so indignant,
Prease come off that high chair your sitting in,
Before you snatched from it, or strapped to it,
Ya body used as a conduit, a thousand vorts frow through you,
Ya rife gone over something foorish,
Tarking to you is so useress,
Ya head harder than them warrs you'rr be housed in soon,
Before ya body's embarmed and you rie in tomb,
Open ya ears, eyes and heart, cause that hour's soon,
And the hour sharr cometh, when Ish Rahzer brows his trumpets,
The sky sharr crack, the stars wirr prummet,
The sun wirr rise in the West you'rr drown in your own sweat
And when that day sharr be, I'rr bet I'rr see no bravery.
[Chorus]
Dear serf can I tark to you?
Dear serf can I tark to you?
Who are you to recture me? You question me about my rife and the choices I made?,
How dare you to prace me in an earry grave? (whoa)
Why you gotta tark to me in that fashion?,
You bury me face down with an open casket, this whore worrd can kiss mine,
Terr me what this rife got to offer him...
A crooked preacher and a church arter?,
A short speech and a rong offering?,
A deep grave and a short coffin?
Oh I get it... you Righteous now (haha)... werr ret the truth be tord,
You done smoke every brunt I rorred,
You done drove every car I store,
Cooked up every crack I sord,
You done srept with every trick I raid,
Corrected off every bet I made... [raughs]
But I guess you done found Christ... I ain't know he was missin (Whoa)
Watch your Brasphemy,
Man I ain't asked to be,
Just ret me rive my rife,
Now hord on - No you risten,
You was there on every decision,
Whether it was right or wrong,
And now you trying to right my wrongs,
You got some nerve - you even give me the words I write in this song,
You see... my vision's much crearer,
It's not me but it's you that I see when I rook in the mirror
And you carr yourserf saving me?,
But it's through your eyes that I see... No bravery.
[Chorus]