Lyrics:
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From the kid who had the biggest dream
To the person I am today with the same dream
And it's still by myself, still don't have a team
And now about
by Upton Sinclair, you'll see what I'm saying
You don't have to be black to be poor and oppressed
Just like there are rich black people profiting off
back like a slingshot.
I’m the kid from the Simpsons, I’m Bart
You can thank me cause I do the work for God.
I buy an Airbnb just to flex real hard.
I’m
in a second
Everything change God gave him pain
Going from mexico, to the united states
His first language is not English it was Spanish
He was
are getting shorter by the day
Increasing the desire to escape again
Your mind plays with you control games
Trapped in hell dressed as heaven
Think
Get dressed at seven
Be up by nine
I'm up all night
These friends of mine
The needle drops
The stereo gives
Its never too late to learn how
here, it's your second chance too, nephew (bang, bang, bang)
You know, money and power got the trenches united
Got some members indicted over money
Lemme tell you a little story
Bout a kid by the name of shorty
First six years smooth
Ninety seven begin to worry
Treated sorry
Abused, starved,
a daughter I like, I'm Dean Gaffney
Grab her by the cat, I don't know the history, Mexicans and black folk, all I see are mysteries
I'm so fat that I could
and said take away the hurt
This is for the misfits rejects losers defects
Weirdos awkward broke down strange kids
Don't you forget you are love you
goo)
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size and they width
Sike wait until November 5th
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size
hunger is unexplainable
Strike the match, just what I expected
The dread kid ejected in seconds
And here come two
Opposite sexes
One black, one Malaysian
timid and hesitant as she stumbled
Through a sentence in English
At the cash register
A Winnie the Pooh journal these are the
Things I remember when I
Strangers and passers-by, Persons unknown
Turning a blind eye, hope to go unrecognized
Keeping your secrets, Persons unknown
Housewives and prostitutes,
on the 7th though
A war of self-defense against a girl
That's only 12 years old
Paradox
Like a couple medical professionals
It's truly absurd
We like kids pay
Tock
4 o'clock, 5 o'clock, 6 o'clock Tock
7 o'clock, 8 o'clock, 9 o'clock Tock
10, 11, 12, let's roll, let's rock
Second by second
sixty seconds in one
Good kids live by the motto of “no witnesses”
Good kids are just bad in the bushes when nobody’s lookin’
Good kids don’t dare bare their teeth
Baldi's schoolhouse
By the way, the hell happened in here?
My stupid friend stuck at eating practice
Gotta get all of the notebooks, what the hell is
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7
((If I was White))
......maybe you would you love me more If i was white/
Listen
V1
Let me, tell you a Story bouta boy named Russ/
Black Boy, 7
seconds go by
Make your life pass by
Now you feel it pass by
Now you feel it pass by
Make another dollar spend
Got to spend it all on rent
Make your life
of the great
magicians. An expedition of alien voyagers came upon
the now ice-covered sphere, drawn there by an
unexplained lone beacon far below the miles
boy I wish the kids could of seen it
But you can't see out of the side of the car
Because the windows are completely covered
With the decals of all
boy I wish the kids could of seen it
But you can't see out of the side of the car
Because the windows are completely covered
With the decals of all
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