Lyrics:
No control
Ain't nobody
Controlling me
Ain't nobody
Controlling me
Rock bottom
The least
Of my problems
A bad apple
Turned rotten
Bring death
the facts, placing my name on the map
Embracing the pain on a track
I can't stay complacent stay the same that is whack
Improving every day to relax
T3
kombucha
Just COLTRANE
5th Ave
Blow
Sax on the block
A great day in Harlem
Well maybe that's the problem
We living for today
We ain't thinkin bout tomorrow
Codeine
COBAIN
Cold brew
No kombucha
Just COLTRANE
5th Ave
Blow
Sax on the block
A great day in Harlem
Well maybe that's the problem
We living for today
We
There's an ugly little wasel 'bout three-foot nine
Face puffed up from cryin' 'n lyin'
'Cause her sweet little hubby's
Suckin' prong part time
to change route cause yeah them opps was plotting
Could be that apple from that tree but I just grew up rotten
Yeah yeah yeah
I’ve been scarred passion got me
morning in my quiet mountain town
The sun is shining and the grass is green
Under the three feet of snow, I mean
This is the day when it's hard to wear
minute he'll call
And tell you, baby, I'll be there shortly
You just hold on, I'm coming
Comes in three days later, yeah
I know you know what I'm
ending up
With even less
Than I had
Record company
Is dealing me something sad
How do you expect
A man to sit
And wait with three kids
For you
to day one like like like I just begun
Without a blemish
If you have not learned
(You’ve not had fun)
But whats life without a battle goin on day by day
to frisk
We begotten and forgotten, the covenant was rotten
Them days everything was grave, so we was plotting
Never cupped my hand, fuck what Same threw
grey Mexican suit
The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
'Cause tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
I smash
on the freeway
305 like i'm D-Wade
But i wanna do it in a me way
Don't make me say it in a mean way
Girl i just really need a me day
A couple 'dem maybe 3 days
But
Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World
the sky
Just took a flight for the night, and I
Got my main by my side
She the apple of my eye
Hit me I'm ready to slide
G-43 on the sly, tuck it it's ready
hook:
once you’re dead you’re never forgotten
while others ponder if you’re still rotten
six feet deep is where your body is Restin
our two worlds
pinkies in the drawer"
She can be like a maiden from the days of yore
Hangin' out at Studio 54
Break-dancin' on the slick, brick disco floor
With Lionel
Number nine out of eleven little litter mates
Rotten apples, all the way
Litter mates, all with different fates
Taught them almost all I knew
house after a long fuckin' day
I'm greeted by a million roaches on my fuckin' tray
Infestation of the mind, I know it sounds kinda cliche
What an omen
by chance
Time to listen to gen z
In hopes that one day
Will be bright like Sunday
For Christian’s on Christmas
Don’t dismiss
The diss list
Humanity
a rem-i-nant
Rode up in all black in the deluxe stayed vigilant
Five in the back, two in the front, bumping 50 cent
Crow flew by, what a shifty hint
Three hop
of beer
I sure expected more from you
I gotta get away from here
Day in and day out as years go by
Mom is baking apple pie
Her only purpose seems to be
Pete Maravich
His swagger was inherited, he's arrogant, it's scary when your alter ego also be your therapist
We been speaking heavy last few days
You
"What'd you do last night?"
"We did umm, two whole cars
It was me, these, and Main Three right?
And on the first car in small letters it said
.jpg/300px-Apples-in-Stereo-Primavera-Festival-(edit).jpg "The Apples in Stereo")
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