Lyrics:
a parade
Rest one day when I’m down in the grave
Man, it’s been a hard year
But I made it though
I stayed committed to the road
Like I’m driving through
pull tonight
End this
Twisted inside by the choice
We decide
All our lives
Why not end repetition
Imagine a world
With no imagining
Pain is volition
If I ain't the best that ever did it, I ain't off by much
Like the words on the paper man, in God I trust
Shutting down the whole set, kill the game
in the grass, finna get ate by my cow
I'm just livin' my life on the jet, ridin' 'round
Two hoes with me, one white, the other one Bobby Brown
niggas sendin' me they music in snaps
You gotta pay me for a promotion
I'm goin' down the line like they emotion
Spendin' my vocabulary, niggas atrocious
Verse One â?? Pressure
I once had time on my hands, but now handling time,
Is coping with this life cycle and the mandatory grind,
My sanity's fine,
a German Nazi
Startled by the bases hittin' ground
There's no trippin' on mine, I'm just gettin' down
Sparkamatic, I'm hangin' tight like a fanatic
Hello may I talk with you
I saw you there across the crowded room and wondered if there was space enough for two
Say the word let's lighten the mood
Muuuuuuuusic!
The music man (Repeat 4x)
I am the man, but I'm not the one with the can in his hand
I'm down with a different kind of street band
the first ones to go ... to sleep
Stealing all our dreams
Dreams for sale
They sell 'em back to you
On with the show
Start the parade
We sand along
Sweep us
the first ones to go ... to sleep
Stealing all our dreams
Dreams for sale
They sell 'em back to you
On with the show
Start the parade
We sand along
Sweep us
the first ones to go ... to sleep
Stealing all our dreams
Dreams for sale
They sell 'em back to you
On with the show
Start the parade
We sand along
Sweep us
the first ones to go ... to sleep
Stealing all our dreams
Dreams for sale
They sell 'em back to you
On with the show
Start the parade
We sand along
Sweep us
the first ones to go ... to sleep
Stealing all our dreams
Dreams for sale
They sell 'em back to you
On with the show
Start the parade
We sand along
Sweep us
the first ones to go ... to sleep
Stealing all our dreams
Dreams for sale
They sell 'em back to you
On with the show
Start the parade
We sand along
Sweep us
the first ones to go ... to sleep
Stealing all our dreams
Dreams for sale
They sell 'em back to you
On with the show
Start the parade
We sand along
Sweep us
can't rock with the kid
See my rocks on gliss flip flop on the whip
Why would I be broke when Jesus owns all of this
My daddy is rich but not just in
tell me shit I been that bitch one of the greatest
I won't be held down by all the problems I been facing
They be coming back to back I just use my best
Cause I'm the villain
Yeah I'm the villain
You wanna parade around
With the fake crown
With your tears down
But fuck it
I'm the villain
Said
And cut off fake friends that be blinded by your beam
Don’t let the world turn you bitter just get on by any means
What goes up must come down
I’ve been
kiss your neck
Make my way down south and use my lips for that
You have me sinning how your pants are fittin
Webster couldn’t give it a better definition
getting by
I always wanted more
Had dreams of riding foreign
So God put me in a Porsche
I drove it straight to Georgia
Pack flew from California
He love
Trying to outrace the black cat on my shoulder
Race it with a lambo but every day I'm growing older
Every chip adds to my motor
And it winds down
on Cheers with all the ladies?
Did you want your MTV?
Knowing these things, you're a child of the 80's
Getting a whammee feeling a fool
Down on Fraggle Rock
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