Total Recall Songtext
von Armand Hammer

If they push that button (let it go)
If they push that button (let it go)
If they push that button
I know nothing, I sit out here, I recall (I recall)
I know nothing, I sit out here, I recall (I recall)
I know nothing, I sit out here, I recall
I see windows in the wall
Words that come with no meaning back home

Body-worn Christ with thrice the charm, it′s electric
E'rybody wanna be naked and famous
Tricky said it, I′m like, "Go ahead"
I was drowsy when the credits scroll
Suck my teeth, sour gold
Echoes and reflections, blessings, brave and bold
What I traded for
Exit door at the club from nowhere, way out in nowhere


Earth getting warmer, we going the other
I can't do much but eat my colors
Said what I say and really mean it
We already in between what's written
Make it hard to read
Running with scissors, who′s hanging by more thread?
Freshman Friday, Def snatch and JanSport tags
Left-hand path, rocking ink blot blue

All old news, I think I need more gold
I be at where I be
And when they push that button, bet yo′ ass gotta go

Yo' ass gotta go when they push that button
Yo′ ass gotta go when they push that button
Yo' ass gotta go when they push that button
Yo′ ass gotta go when they push that button
Yo' ass gotta go when they push that button
Yo′ ass gotta go when they push that button
Yo' ass gotta go when they push that button
Yo' ass gotta go when they...

Every time I bit my tongue, down the line, turns out I should′ve said something
Chills down my spine how she had the head busting
18 wheels on the rhyme, amphetamines grind, I′ma keep trucking
My bedtime stories had the kids crying before they got tucked in, but fuck it
The night dark and full of terrors
Might fuck around and say Suge Knight three times in the mirror
Have the ghost of Whack one-hundred appearing
Hard on the eyes, I gotta speak my mind


Hard truths like cheesecake is a pie
The kingpin actin' fun
But the playboy rap, son, you not that guy (you look ridiculous)
If it′s Cheesecake Factory Fridays with your co-parent, you don't gotta lie
Anyhows, I got a pot full of grease, spittin′ hot
So it's no fish too small to fry (I got time)
It′s no strip too lit for me to get mines
No thighs too thick, nor hips too wide to wind pon I
Nothing you can spit, slicker 'n' breeze on clear blue skies
No father, my style wild bastardized (the dirty version)

Hello? Hey, Andy, yo, what′s Nicole′s old number?
Which one? Nicole King, boy
277-7426
And, uh, another question
She can, she, she can move whatever anybody bring her, huh?
Hm?
Alright, okay
Huh?

I said she can move, like, on, on, on the court side
She can move whatever anybody bring her
Probably, I don't know, I don′t fuck with her
You don't fuck with her no more, but when you was fucking with her
She could move without anybody bring her?
Yup
Alright, so, things haven′t changed with the woman, alright
Alright