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that you live is just too short

And I, I
I, I get my sky painted black 
And my moon painted dark just by you
And in a fit of passion 
A blue
and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the mac one-double, I touch you
We sample from the shelves
Tore a page out of this chapter
Deface the essays in the book that you're reading
We are the leaches that stop
Check it out, is it wrong or right

Well, is this the news of the world
It's just a pretty girl
She's all the news that's fit to print
In black and white
and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the mac one-double, I touch you
Check it out 
Is it wrong or right?
Is this the news of the world?
It's just a pretty girl
She's all the news that's fit to print in 

Black
of one 
I'm sick of painting in black and white 

My pen is dry, now I'm uptight 
So sick of limiting myself 
To fit your definition 
Picture
Cry me out don't want no tears by proxy
Shedding skin for snakes you tried to use
Custom built with no one left to fit you
Too used up from hot
enjoyin the smell
In the Bridge gettin down it ain't hard to tell
You better realize

We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only
lightly, and watch who you're lovin'
By mother the mountain
I swear that it's true
Love not a woman with hair black as midnight
And her dress made
they took you to

Now I had a lot of fun in those black Chuck Taylors
A finer shoe has never been worn
I can see where I've been in the color fadin'
Black horse reaping of the crops we grew
Comforted by sequences of sounds we knew:
You abide in me, and I in you.
But what exactly should I do?

Pale
passed her by
They all seemed to know her name

They all called her by a different name
And one of them winked at me
Some guy named stan said you
of one 
I'm sick of painting in black and white 

My pen is dry, now I'm uptight 
So sick of limiting myself 
To fit your definition 
Picture
this ol' boy just don't fit 
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me 
Some
I, pass them by
'Til all their pain subsides
As the lamb
Lays by your side
The last season is upon
Tough to deal with a real hard case
Make no
ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh...

Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some
screwin' a black man
So you bust caps on an innocent by stand

But I guess, we all look the same
A goddamn shame, you don't know my name
Must-a just been two
screwin' a black man
So you bust caps on an innocent by stand

But I guess, we all look the same
A goddamn shame, you don't know my name
Must-a just been two
after day, year after year

Come out, come out, wherever you are
I know you're there, I know you are

They called us crazy cuz we never fit in
We
Framing you so well
Slip
And though the night was cold
It was warm for you
Slip
As far as you could tell
Slip
And by the headlight's glow 
We lost
fit
There's no charge for changing it

Oooh ooh
What are you doing
You see right through him
You don't have to take it when he gets cruel

White
Come on children
You're acting like children
Every generation thinks
Its the end of the world

And all ya fat followers
Get fit fast
Every
shoes,
You'll see that I don't fit

I walk home,
The wrong way,
Hoping I'll go astray
I'd like to be a missing person

Eyes open wide,
But all I
observe the views
We don't wait on the word for you
Find you dead by the grand bouquet
Shami sip while each day we sit
Get a fit that we plan to get