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New Constellations: Live in Vienna (Josh Roseman) · Breaking Down the Constellations (Missing Joe) · Constellations (August Burns Red) · Some Things Old, Some Things New (Diane Renay) · Things I've Done, Things to Come (Michael Knott) · Some Things Old, Some Things New (Diane Renay) · Things & Other Things (Bobby Darin) · Things & Other Things (Bobby Darin) · King of the Divan: Best of Plastic Bertrand (Plastic Bertrand) · Les Plus: Best of Fantastic Plastic Machine (Fantastic Plastic Machine) – and 90 other albums »


of time
It's the moments we achieve
Best believe it's the moments

Red or black, yellow, red, black, white, dirty
(Moments)
Red or black, yellow, red,
feel that way
Don't think Jesus meant for it to feel like this

A paper star on a plastic tree
Cotton snow in a manger scene
Do the best we can
feel that way
I don't think Jesus meant for it to be like this

A paper star on a plastic tree.
Cotton snow and a manger scene
He'll do the best he can
care anyway
I sit here in the corner
Fending off the end
But life will pass me by
For we all live and die
And now I know that the best way
To kill
down like real cheap plastic
It ain't no thing, no sweat by me
Cause I know damn well where I want to be
So join my party if you see things my way
and Prada's her style
Louis, Burberry by the pile
All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you

Yo she know you come
haven't heard you call me sister
I haven't heard it said in years
But it's a funny thing now it's the only thing I want to hear
For I don't know you
granddaddy's best man
And his very best friend to this day
And his eyes grew misty as he raised his champagne

He said, 'Here's to the makers of things built
best come with a gun
you can't fuck with the tongue or the way the song is sung 
by lateef and blackalicious we keep it fat; delicious
complete and grant
This song was inspired, by all the important women in my life
My motha, my sista
And I'd like to dedicate it, to all y'all

[Chorus]
Just keep holdin
The best they'd ever seen
The greatest work of art
I wished that it was me

It's bleaker than you think
I'm running out of ink
Give a guy a break
This
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
Times is changing, young niggas is aging
Becoming O.Gs in the game and changing
To make way for these new
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
Times is changing, young niggas is aging
Becoming old Gs in the game and changing
To make way for these
Things just ain't the same for gangstas
Times is changing, young niggas is aging
Becoming O.Gs in the game and changing
To make way for these new
the nightmare isn't a s bad as it seems

You try your best to hide yourself beneath your turned up collar
And a plastic bag is all you've got to show
And your
the plastic impressed her
Cuz she smiled as she eased up beside me
And then she said she had things to confide, see
She said her dad ran away with Samantha
me
You believe the whole thing too we're all on mtv
Buy into the merchandise and then it becomes real
Palpable and plastic packaged neatly
The best they'd ever seen
The greatest work of art
I wished that it was me....

It's bleaker than you think
I'm running out of ink
Give a guy a break
have bad skin
People say I got no sense
But I'm waiting for an audience with you

A plastic surgeon's your best friend
He's got the means to any end
retail therapy sessions
Shoulda listened to what his dad said before he died
?The best things in life are the ones you can't buy, son?

Keepin' it all
of frieds and I'm sort of surprised 

Because the same thing happened in the lord of the flies 
When piggy lost his glasses and got crushed by a boulder.
the plastic impressed her
'cause she smiled as she eased up beside me
And then she said she had things to confide, see
She said her dad ran away with
and sleezy
(Your not a ho) Best believe me.

Something you said made me wanna jump in the bed
Dumpin' my threads while your spread legs dead on my red cam.
ain't scared to bust
{repeat 1 x4}

[magic]
I do my best to keep my past in my past, I remember wearing ski masks
Running from the taz, busting at they
Line them up on a stage
See which ones are clever and which ones declined with age
Watch them fail by design
Or win the hearts of America with