The Sign Video (MV)

Why do I need to stop for a minute
Paint the walls red, blue ain't fit for the limit
Kick it all up, the lot go, go finish
Pin it on me, he's not got enough to deal with
I'd like to be with, somebody who gives a shit
Somebody who takes a lick
Somebody who's giving it
Somebody who's living it
Somebody like me
Somebody who's living like he
I don't know, he got it off me
I don't know, I'm muting
The telephone rings
It's nine in the morning
A.m, p.m, bitch I'm ignoring the signs
That he might not make it, the signs
And he always say shit like"Hey, it's all good, little man
I'm coming home when? I don't know yet" but, but, but
Tonight, tonight there was silence
The phone rang in guidance
Goddamn, I missed it all again, didn't I?
I don't know his words, I don't know what he said, I wasn't there
I didn't come
Let the beat run for a bit
Nobody miss you till you're gone, and that notice on the wall
Couches steaming with the faces you've been seeing since the call
I got signs, but they're hidden, so nobody give me shit
When I'm dead, you'll be missing, and my misses give me kids
Down lend me some time, I can't think
I don't see shit when you're gone in a blink
Signs in the back, poke a pound in neglect
I'ma lay in a minute profound on a bet
Matte chrome I finesse, that you couldn't face
And now you're living every moment with your mind on a cigarette
Caught in a bigger net
Drinking every minute, every second, bigger sweat
That you save for a time when you'll say it's the end
And you're pouring for somebody that you're getting very wet
Living on a dry net, fishing on a crime set
Bitches on my dick, too much for a blind bat
Save the preach, hold my leak
Sing the signs, hidden down beneath