Waiting for the End / Until it Breaks (Live)
This is something for your people on the block to black out and rock to
Give you whatcha need like: "Papa, who shot ya?"
Separate the weak from the obscure, lead your meek, I creep hard on imposters
And switch styles on the dime/Quick witted ya’ll/Quit tripping
I don’t have time for your crying
I grind tough, sucka, make your mind up
Are you in the firing squad or are you in the line-up?
Bang bang/Little monkey man playing
With the big guns will only get you slain and I ain’t playing
I’m just saying / You ain’t gotta sliver of a chance
I get iller, I deliver/While you quiver in your pants
So shake shake down/Money, here’s the break down
You can play the bank/I’ma play the bank take down
And no mistakes now/I’m coming to getcha
I’m just a Banksy/You’re a brainwash, get the picture?
like that
I say one fist up like this

This is not the end, this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot rocking every remission
Once you listen to the tone in a violent rhythm
And all the words sound steady, so nobody forget 'em
Say yeah with fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there
Cuz we're living at the mercy of the painted riviere
Until we get it, forget it, let it all disappear
Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control.
Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go
I know what it takes to move on
I know how it feels to lie
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got
Sitting in an empty room
Trying to forget the past
This was never meant to last
I wish it wasn't so
I know what it takes to move on
I know how it feels to lie
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got
Yo yo what was that when I thought it was done?
I thought it felt right, but the right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out what it's like moving on
And I don't even know what kind of things I said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
So picking up the pieces now where to begin
The hardest part of that is starting again

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got
This is not the end, this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot rocking every remission
Once you listen to the tone in a violent rhythm
And all the words sound steady, so nobody forget 'em
Say yeah with fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there
Cuz we're living at the mercy of the painted riviere
Until we get it, forget it, let it all disappear
Holding on to what I haven't got
Holding on to what I haven't got
Holding on to what I haven't got
Holding on to what I haven't got
Thank you