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fun getting fucked in the ass by a priest
Unless your old and into that,
It's no fun for a kid who is scared as shit

There's no fun fun fun
the key to it all

I got the Nouveauree
And dragged it home to bed
I traded you for me
I took it all and said

I find my own fun, 
Sometimes for
hang on
Black Lung Heartache

I've shed many tears
Seems I can't shed no more
You can see them on the table
You can see 'em on the floor

Now I
is
High sunset's
Low cars
All pass by with no place
To go and I don't wanna
Have fun fun always lets me
Down and I don't wanna stay
Young and always be
and
We take our job with pride
We do our best to please him
And stay on his good side

I wish my cohorts weren't so dumb
I'm not the dumb one
You're no fun
Lately I've been seeing things
Belly button piercings in the sky at night
When we're side by side
And I don't mean to rain on anybody's cabaret
If a black man is racist, is it okay?
When it's the white man's racism that made him that way,
Because the bully's the victim they say,
By some
and
We take our job with pride
We do our best to please him
And stay on his good side

I wish my cohorts weren't so dumb
I'm not the dumb one
You're no fun
Where once in Amazon
Where Eldorado holds the key
No keeper holds my hand

Unchain the gate of solitude
The ruler says you run
Run hard unto
black hole

I had a dream where I was dyin'
But it wasn't no nightmare
I was peaceful as I fell
And if I was fallin' into heaven
Heaven must be
jerz wit the pizy 38 a key for a bird they get busy
Fuck the phone getto word by mouth
When the winter roll around no birds fly south
Fuck the cops
a byrd they get busy
Fuck the phone getthe word by mouth
When the winter roll around no byrds fly south
Fuck the cops got hella folks in prison
Hand over
And kill that no sir, yes sir, and thank you ma'am
'Cause the word is a luxury a black man can't afford
That's why poverty's on the rise and we still
Three minutes my nigga, y'all know what it is
JUST BLAZE!
("No more fun and games!")

Gangsta gangsta, that's already evident
Nigga Witta Attitude,
If a black man is racist, is it okay?
When it's the white man's racism that made him that way,
Because the bully's the victim they say,
By some
the T-O-P
From parolees to hold G’s, sold keys, low keys
We like the promised land of the OG’s
In the past if you picture events like a black tie
What
the T-O-P
From parolees to hold G’s, sold keys, low keys
We like the promised land of the OG’s
In the past if you picture events like a black tie
What
They've come to take ouur lifes away

One by one they died
A massacre that took all night
They had no chance, it was no fight
You can't kil what has
to twist the key
Stumble on over to the Mr. Coffee
Pour myself a warm black existence

Nine to five
Within the pale white walls
Nine to five day after
you paint the room blood red 
With tears pouring from the stage.

And you cant stop now row by row almost out.
Covered in black and gold no one
to the ocean
Searched for seven keys
On my journey back to you

No horizon, big black holes
Stormy wind, the sea is cold

I left my past, I choose
No, don't you leave me on this shelf

Please don't leave me alone
Help me find my dancin' shoes
Oh help me heal these black and blues

I live just
I'd sing the harmonies and Dixie sang the melody
And we sing a little off key sometimes
But we had some fun, son of a gun
I wonder if I ever even
him
And stay on his good side

I wish my cohorts weren't so dumb
I'm not the dumb one
You're no fun
Shut up!

I've got something, listen now
going blind
And I smell like shit

Peel me off this Velcro seat and get me moving
I sure as hell can't do it by myself
I'm feeling like a dog in heat