Lyrics:
I got worries by the ton
Gettin' cancer's only one
Overtaxed and alimonied
Tired of eatin' fried baloney
I got burdens on my shoulders
Dying
I got worries by the ton
Gettin' cancer's only one
Overtaxed and alimonied
Tired of eatin' fried baloney
I got burdens on my shoulders
Dying
to notice
La La La
I seem to fly in circles
La La La
You boost my chemicals
La La La
You keep on getting me high
cnd high
cnd high
Stranger
You became
to the masses
Just so they can justify the fucked up factions
By elections avoid any questions
Give fake answers
Americas cancer
The little puppet with
irritates
So high but no chance
My little chemical romance left a bad taste in my mouth
But I approached her like hey Mercedes why the long face
Why
the transplant.
God doesn't work by percentages.
We trusted God with all our heart, my dad had skin cancer.
Any remaining melanoma would surely have taken my
Ex D-Boy used to sell that girl
Now, they know my name all across the world
They say Earl, EARL! They say Earl, EARL!
I'm from Vallejo, California
All I care is to smile in spite of it
I'll forget you, I will while yet you are still
Burning inside my brain
Romance is mush stifling those who
start questioning God, "What is my purpose?"
He said to live the way he did, that's all he want from me
Spread the word and witness, he rose
lonely to long
Oh, I can't be so strong
Take the chance for romance, take my heart
I need you so
There's no time I'll ever go
Cheri, cheri lady
time-stream created by you
If my life were a song
It'd be way too long
But I know it'd be written by you
Romance is doomed
But I still wanna commit to you
I
Sometimes I wonder if I can do this
More confusion than a movement
I have fun
But it's hard to keep pursuing
When all my money gettin drained
Darling I live dangerous
And all these streets nefarious
Dark romance in all of us
Paris, France, I dance til' dawn with her
I need me a revelation
receive pure shit
The hottest DJ's in New York spin it from the wheelchairs
with cancer, my voodoo ready to roll
Ask Harlem Hospital, you can't cure
time
Salvation for the human and child
A mi seh chemical war dem a spread, too much cancer people a dead
Mama Africa cries I hear weh she seh all
in your flesh
A dance in watered lung
Cancer isn't fuck all but a crook
It took until there was nothing left
Too young a father robbed from daughter
Since the schooldays, wanted fanta,
When she pass by,
New romance, ah,
We want two ways, want an answer,
If I lose you,
will I see you the next
the field of this now broken romance
And yet, you take your olives
And shove them in my mouth with a maniacal laugh
With mischief in your eyes and empty
they need, or if they gon' like it or not
Aww man, you gon' have about five years go by
Next thing you know, you ain't gon' wanna do this shit no more
to learn manners
She so hot I gotta fan her
I think she said she a cancer
Pull up on her like a pamper
Shawty dirty need a hamper
When she look into my eyes
wanna live my life
Even though I ain’t living right
This year is my season
Hustling fo’ a reason
Trynna get rich
Karma is a bitch
Even though I wanna
was worthless
Heard death hung over my shoulder to curb stress
Rest my head upon my old dear's chest
Perplexed cause we couldn't live forever I step
bitch
I've been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life, and live my life
Just to get off and throw
I'm an investor (I'm an investor)
Bitch I just made a million by
The end of my first semester
I'm on my college shit, criminal documents
Tell the judges
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