| Song | The Set Up |
| Artist | Sage Francis |
| Album | Copper Gone |
| [Hook:] | |
| I set it up, you knocked it down, lay the foundation, I built this house | |
| I feel cracks underneath my feet, I feel cracks underneath my feet | |
| The walls are breathing heavy, sucking up the oxygen with no plans of leaving any | |
| For as long as I’ve been hoarded, it’s taking me forever to gather up all my belongings | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| I get attached, near attached to people who I’ve loved and lost | |
| Even though I gotta admit, there are few who’ve run me off | |
| But I’m under no illusion how relationships get ruined | |
| How I’m ancient to this movement when I’m just stuck to a cross | |
| Tossed into the underworld and give in specific info | |
| Forced to find another girl, sick of living in limbo | |
| But I have my songs to play so I got lost along the way | |
| And now I’ll never see the light of day thanks to the tinted Limo | |
| I was hopelessly romantic, emphasis on antic | |
| Now run hopeless along the open coast of the Atlantic | |
| Bought an overcoat that says “Francis, Showboat captain” | |
| Did my best to scrub it off cause it’s utterly embarrassing | |
| Every night I’d re-write my will on a sandbar napkin | |
| I’d crash after sticking it to the window of my cabin | |
| Once I awoke I’d notice it, read it then remove it | |
| Just stunned I left nothing to my loved ones but music | |
| Muses abandon me while choosing family over continued support | |
| For my intuitive thought, who would’ve thought? | |
| Worst thing I ever did to another person in this world is nothing | |
| Only a few can claim that’s what I did when I could have done otherwise | |
| Every single last one of them sang for nothing-types | |
| Made me pay the price at any cost, I’ve got buyer’s remorse | |
| How many toxins will the doctors find inside this corpse? | |
| Suicidal watch it’s diamond studded | |
| Tells me when my time’s up, trying to keep my eyes from it | |
| It’s so swag, I flash it at the fashion shows | |
| Walks with a limp, it’s so pimp, and it smacks the hoes | |
| Rappers used to brag about intelligence, made me want to be smarter | |
| Then I harbor no regrets, whether it sells or not is irrelevant | |
| I would have sold coke if making dough was the sole motive | |
| It wasn’t but fuck being a broke poet | |
| Without paying debts, begging friends for loose ends | |
| If your so-called talent only results in loan extensions | |
| There’s no defenses, or buyouts, you don’t get a per diem for good intentions | |
| Do you want to sign now? | |
| Promise that a job doesn't define you as a person | |
| If your words don’t carry weight, it’s not the worlds burden | |
| And in no certain terms am I suggesting that you shouldn’t set fire to the stage and let the curtains burn | |
| Just be aware of the exits | |
| Keep in mind that the closest one might be behind you, the entrance | |
| in the event that I can’t live better as an honest rapper | |
| Without my past self being my benefactor | |
| [Refrain:] | |
| I set it up, you knocked it down | |
| I set it up, you knocked it down | |
| I set it up, you knocked it down | |
| I set it up, you knocked it down | |
| You laid the foundation, I built this house | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Gamble away my better half in hopes of doubling up | |
| is a double or nothing, I laughed, I was shit out of luck | |
| But what have I got to lose? At least I’m whole now | |
| Half man, half clone, the bad composite sketch of a one-hundred percent asshole | |
| But it wasn’t without help, many people did their part | |
| To make me take the time to Frankenstein was ripped apart | |
| And put it together again, all the king’s horses and all the king’s men | |
| Couldn’t admit that this was a predicament they put me in | |
| You want a piece of this? Welcome to the eggshells | |
| I’m barefoot and pregnant to my kitchen, y’ll can help yourselves | |
| To the feast but tippy-toe away if you can’t take the heat, or over-used clichés | |
| Back in the days I’d leave you heartbroken | |
| These days I simply reach into your chest and tear those scars open | |
| Evaluate appreciation, write you off for tax purposes | |
| I’d rather be homeless than settle in that worthless nest |
| Hook: | |
| I set it up, you knocked it down, lay the foundation, I built this house | |
| I feel cracks underneath my feet, I feel cracks underneath my feet | |
| The walls are breathing heavy, sucking up the oxygen with no plans of leaving any | |
| For as long as I' ve been hoarded, it' s taking me forever to gather up all my belongings | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I get attached, near attached to people who I' ve loved and lost | |
| Even though I gotta admit, there are few who' ve run me off | |
| But I' m under no illusion how relationships get ruined | |
| How I' m ancient to this movement when I' m just stuck to a cross | |
| Tossed into the underworld and give in specific info | |
| Forced to find another girl, sick of living in limbo | |
| But I have my songs to play so I got lost along the way | |
| And now I' ll never see the light of day thanks to the tinted Limo | |
| I was hopelessly romantic, emphasis on antic | |
| Now run hopeless along the open coast of the Atlantic | |
| Bought an overcoat that says " Francis, Showboat captain" | |
| Did my best to scrub it off cause it' s utterly embarrassing | |
| Every night I' d rewrite my will on a sandbar napkin | |
| I' d crash after sticking it to the window of my cabin | |
| Once I awoke I' d notice it, read it then remove it | |
| Just stunned I left nothing to my loved ones but music | |
| Muses abandon me while choosing family over continued support | |
| For my intuitive thought, who would' ve thought? | |
| Worst thing I ever did to another person in this world is nothing | |
| Only a few can claim that' s what I did when I could have done otherwise | |
| Every single last one of them sang for nothingtypes | |
| Made me pay the price at any cost, I' ve got buyer' s remorse | |
| How many toxins will the doctors find inside this corpse? | |
| Suicidal watch it' s diamond studded | |
| Tells me when my time' s up, trying to keep my eyes from it | |
| It' s so swag, I flash it at the fashion shows | |
| Walks with a limp, it' s so pimp, and it smacks the hoes | |
| Rappers used to brag about intelligence, made me want to be smarter | |
| Then I harbor no regrets, whether it sells or not is irrelevant | |
| I would have sold coke if making dough was the sole motive | |
| It wasn' t but fuck being a broke poet | |
| Without paying debts, begging friends for loose ends | |
| If your socalled talent only results in loan extensions | |
| There' s no defenses, or buyouts, you don' t get a per diem for good intentions | |
| Do you want to sign now? | |
| Promise that a job doesn' t define you as a person | |
| If your words don' t carry weight, it' s not the worlds burden | |
| And in no certain terms am I suggesting that you shouldn' t set fire to the stage and let the curtains burn | |
| Just be aware of the exits | |
| Keep in mind that the closest one might be behind you, the entrance | |
| in the event that I can' t live better as an honest rapper | |
| Without my past self being my benefactor | |
| Refrain: | |
| I set it up, you knocked it down | |
| I set it up, you knocked it down | |
| I set it up, you knocked it down | |
| I set it up, you knocked it down | |
| You laid the foundation, I built this house | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Gamble away my better half in hopes of doubling up | |
| is a double or nothing, I laughed, I was shit out of luck | |
| But what have I got to lose? At least I' m whole now | |
| Half man, half clone, the bad composite sketch of a onehundred percent asshole | |
| But it wasn' t without help, many people did their part | |
| To make me take the time to Frankenstein was ripped apart | |
| And put it together again, all the king' s horses and all the king' s men | |
| Couldn' t admit that this was a predicament they put me in | |
| You want a piece of this? Welcome to the eggshells | |
| I' m barefoot and pregnant to my kitchen, y' ll can help yourselves | |
| To the feast but tippytoe away if you can' t take the heat, or overused cliché s | |
| Back in the days I' d leave you heartbroken | |
| These days I simply reach into your chest and tear those scars open | |
| Evaluate appreciation, write you off for tax purposes | |
| I' d rather be homeless than settle in that worthless nest |