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Rest of Us

from Scott Free by Sean Little

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lyrics

Rest of Us
Written entirely and exclusively by Sean Little

Verse one

Doing all that I can to be the best of
The rest of us in flesh and blood
Spread the love
Until mamma tears mix with the dirt
And I’m left in the mud
Your music is different You depressed or what?
You hear the sound of growth I have stepped it up
And I ain’t gotta sell a record Your respect is enough
I’m direct because where I’m coming from
Directors cut
When Scott left us he wasn’t impressed enough
Pace paradise with posters pressing them up
Even though I know it’s impossible
I’m a be down here rocking a show
Like Your on Your way
Though I know You’re not gonna show
Can’t explain the pain
From the apparent loss I am the main to gain
Remain, Transcend more of a man than Sampson
Fully develop my weaknesses
Speaking this from deep within
Tears leak from the pen
How I’m grieving him till I’m greeting him

Chorus One

Doing all that I can to be the best of
The rest of us in flesh and blood
Spread the love
Until mamma tears mix with the dirt
And I’m left in the mud
(repeat once)

Verse Two

This is me as the voice of me under the wood
Soul intentions good though misunderstood
Carry like Miss Underwood
Parabolically speaking like Wonder would
A message for the desperate
Elected scattered to collected restless till im checked in
To the Great Banquet guest list
Obsessed with excellence
Fresh breathe in from the same old same
The game won’t change
'til nice emcees stray from the lame
Which I am the embodiment of
Lyrically nice humble Godly love
Khandi said You is who You gotta be bub
I’ma do me You can follow me up
No apologies for the apologia
Better than ever as I die to me cause

Chorus Two

Doing all that I can to be the best of
The rest of us in flesh and blood
Spread the love
Until mamma tears mix with the dirt
And I’m left in the mud
(repeat once)


Verse Three

When I rest in the mud deep six feet down
Literally weep bitterly you ain’t with me now
Embrace my brother tell him that it’s been a minute
Death is dead in He who is bigger than it
A figment of imagination
Heaven is home I been patiently waiting
Remained in the faith embraced by the pagan
Given by the God who reclaimed his creation
And sustained the vagrant in his wayward hasting
Made a way for the main attraction
My vain claim to fame ain’t an inkling
Of the Glorious Riches imported to prisoners
Living in flesh soon given to death
Pruned for improvement is you listening yet?
Persistently press into whom is risen from death
Assuming I am whom You will soon forget

Chorus three

Doing all that I can to be the best of
The rest of us in flesh and blood
Spread the love
Until mamma tears mix with the dirt
And I’m left in the mud
(repeat once)

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from Scott Free, released June 30, 2008

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