Lyrics:
the smog,
And I feel like I'm a cog in something turning.
And maybe it's the time of year,
Yes and maybe it's the time of man.
And I don't know who I
Montreal.
He caught his daughter
In the blouse by the light
And he said to himself:
"She looks all right!"
And he reached for a tit
And grabbed it tight
It started when we were little kids
Free spirits, but already tormented by our own hands
Given to us by our parents
We got together and wrote
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was
Now since our breakup
Bastard saints filled with lies and disgust
Reverend and ravisher
Bastard saints massacre of the mind
Thy faith trampled down
Bastard saints
Outrage
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was
Now since our breakup
And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki
We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea
How cozy it was
Now since our breakup
Lookin' back at the years gone by
When The Message changed my life
Heavy metal, the nest was dead
Well, and the rappers gave delight
But I don't
That lo-fi dusty, Panasonic with the trackin' off
Marijuana smoke fill the air like L.A. traffic smog
Come on, homie, listen to the voice of reason
to get ourselves back to the garden
Though can I walk beside you?
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog in something turning
Now
Well, I wish that I was on old Rocky Top
Down in the Tennessee hills
Cause there ain't no smog, no smoke on Rocky Top
Ain't no telephone bill
Now
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
talk I'm here for you
Don't be blinded by the city smog
We can really talk
Nigga it's okay if you're feeling down
Long as you come up for air before you
(Whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa)
Disintegration
Miles from the coast
Working towards something
Hand shake the ghost
Plagued by the intrigue
to death that's painted by the numbers
With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playing God
But having children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We
distance
Spit drips from the jaw of the witless witness
Cryptic colloquialisms shift your mid rift
Dog-paddle through a bog of shadows and smog
With my
me in the eye
A couple thousand miles away
You took me by surprise
You left a message on the telephone
From New York City, your new home
You
look me in the eye
A couple thousand miles away
You took me by surprise
You left a message on the telephone
From New York City, your new home
You
a penny to a dozen
But dont touch me cuz you can never feel me like a rubber
You disgust me sittin watchin like a sneak you undercover
Free your mother cuz
I look at the world we live in and I'm disgust
I think that's it's time we discuss
Everything that's gone wrong and how it happened
We gotta face
We can't even talk cause you don't want to discuss (Discuss)
You was waiting for me to say that I'm disgust (Disgust)
You made me lose all of my
We can't even talk cause you don't want to discuss (discuss)
You was waiting for me to say that I'm disgust (disgust)
You made me lose all of my
of the Earth from which we came
Hey, now, get out of this unending rain
You're hands are fucking dirty and your brother's blood's the stain
Disgust for me is
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