PUBLISHED: Jun 04, 2012
DESCRIPTION:
"Not Messin'" appears on the 2012 album Circles Around The Sun, Dispatch's first full length studio album in twelve years.
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CREDITS
Directed By
Adam Guindon
Director of Photography
Ryan Mastro
Edited By
Adam Guindon
Field Producer
Keith Brown
Key Grip
Alex Allaux
Dance Choreographers
Mishnock Barn
Dan Albro
Kelly Albro
Still Photographer
Forest Woodward
Production Assistants
Matt DiGennaro
Kayla Chin
Alex Allaux
Gene Rosati
Mallory Fink
Dan Lennon
Jennifer Callaghan
Project Management
Nicky Rheaume
Mark Jourdian
Jeff DeBruyn
Matt Ripley
SÖ Pa Productions
LYRICS:
It's as if they fore fathers and they traded for peace
They can lick the wound slow like they from the Northeast
They resisting going easy, banking on the hearsay
But they all know the man with the co-pay
Hitched up in the mid they get the high to low rap, it's a tight rope 'til the rope go slack
It'll blow your mind but it don't get you around
I ain't messin' around
I ain't messin' around
So I got my gold parachute tell my Ma I left town
With my chloroform I'm in the Monet, phone it in
Take a long ride down a narrow drive and you can bed down here
Then come and jump me now
May I Esther will you reach for the money
So I don't sell the van, can't find rye, can't find mine, C.A.T.S. got nine times
So let the Boochie on the record and you got him on the
Messin' around
He only messin' around
So can we do a re-vote backed by a hard earned job
Those hard-to-get-to things abound
As if I don't think think thinkin' I been sippin' on the worm
We was lookin' from the town lookout
And say preach buy them treats and does God he pray
Father told 'em pick 'em off the fallen tree
But Father pick 'em off the Tyvek
So we get caught up on the mountain, still no paycheck
To be found
I ain't messin' around
Are you sorted
Are you sound, are you sound, are you sound
Are you sorted