Haymakers Songtext
von Dikembe

I need to stop throwing haymakers around
Cause everyone in arms reach is starting to catch one now
Just to stop lashing out, I′d need a tourniquet
Brave head, thick skin, and maybe two less fists

But I'm making a case for something different
And I tried it alone like that was the only option
Now get me a phone

Who′s next in the rolodex?
Cause I'm in the solar plexus
I'm making messes out of every single planet I touch
So keep my guts in check. Please lay ego to rest
Cause I′m making messes out of everything
Honestly it′s too much


I'm a bit worse for wear but I swear I′ve worn it worse
Somewhere between my own arc and an aquatic hearse
We'll let the tide in and shed it like some dead skin
Bread crumbs through an old mess

But it′s starting to feel like it's not that different
Cause the plot is the same but the backdrops have changed
And that′s probably a good thing
So I keep my head where it should be
Next to the home that haunts my backseat
While I'm mostly conscious (or I try to be)

Who's next in the rolodex?
Cause I′m in the solar plexus
I′m making messes out of every single planet I touch
So keep my guts in check. Please lay ego to rest
Cause I'm making messes out of everything
Honestly it′s too much

It's way too much to stay propped up