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Theory of a Deadman [Clean] (Theory of a Deadman) · Theory of a Deadman (Theory of a Deadman) · Theory of a Deadman [Bonus Track] (Theory of a Deadman) · Theory of a Deadman (Theory of a Deadman) · Theory of a Deadman (Theory of a Deadman) · We're Not Happy 'Til You're Not Happy [Clean] (Reel Big Fish) · The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory [Clean] (2Pac) · The Big Zane Theory [Clean] (Zane) · Game Theory [Clean] (The Roots) · Happy, Happy Birthday to Me, Vol. 1 (Of Montreal) – and 90 other albums »


I've just come in at Number twenty five 
I'm oh so happy, so glad to be alive 
And everybody says it's going to get to the top 
Life is so easy
chance
There's just no chance

But when I see you lying by my side
Looking extra clean
I'm in a state where I don't mind
My thoughts turn obscene
to do time
No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self

He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Had
snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self

[Scarface]
He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Had the whole
Alles Spasten, so wie Big Bang Theory
Ich frage deine Mutter, ob sie weiß, wie viel ein Kilo wiegt

King Bushido und die Scheiße hier ist amtlich
Deine
when you are
So tell me what you see
Until then, this science is only a theory

Let's love, let's love
Now we've done enough talking
And we've done
much happiness
Sort of like lasting moments of bliss
Everyone wants to be so happy
Let me explain my theory:

Some type of grief you MUST experience
blue sky
Time to rape, scald, scar up and petrify"
So with shovel and pick they worked side by side
Till they ripped out a hole in the grandmother's
all of a sudden
There you are

I'm happy that the sky is blue and that the earth is green
And that there's lots of fresh clean air sandwiched in
like lunatics 
And crave what makes them sad 

So here's a card that says 
Happy twenty-second birthday and I wish you were dead 
And here's a house
thing and another 
The beauty of it is, hope you'll agree, though 
I'm a poor boy, 
I can still be happy, 
As long as I can feel free

So many
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
Here it is again it's so so mad 
Turning young and happy into old and sad 
Here it is again just passed by chance 
All the way to the lawyer from
There she stands, her eyes to the sky,
I see a girl sent by the breeze.
She is wearing a blue-yellow satin
And looks as though she's easy
so atrocious is that they were written by the people. If professional songwriters had written them instead, things might have turned out considerably
and winds around 
I dream we're happy in my sleep, floating down and down and down 
And the tide rushes by where we stand 
And the earth underneath turns
around
I dream we're happy in my sleep
Floating down and down and down

And the tide rushes by where we stand
And the earth underneath turns to sand
the shit by the truck
And the scheme worked like a beauty
So after a couple years we injured ourselves in the line of duty
And of course the agencies
Cheers
Thanks for everything
You hung me out by my heart
You're just so selfish jean
Yes you are

Hey you
Threw it all away
By holding
you're sedated
For a soul so far elated
Cannot experience shame

By the light of the sun
I'm happy and gay
All pristine and squeaky-clean
The good
slinging crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks
Running with dangerous niggas and packing gats
Uh, the shit thrill me, looking so clean
me on the way

So when I got home I went to see mom and dad
They asked was I ok, was I happy enough
And I smiled and I said that I was

A few
life
Mostly
Take a journey
Orbit morbid
Ghastly and ghostly
Theories motivated by
Being illustrated by
My comsumption
Of intake
And clean cut assumption
friend
But baby I'm amazed by the hate that you can send
And you
Painted my entire world
But I
Don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled
Does it make you happy to ignore me on streets?
I guess by now you think I'm weak
I wish you could have said something before now
I will share