Lyrics:
spaghetti code, low man on a totem pole
Wanted to leave but I was typecast with petty roles
Five years, no va-cay they had me by my balls
My cubicle was like
bendiciones van a llegar
Cuando van a llegar
I wasn't thinking about going back
Wasn't thinking about senior year
I just wanted to work by the time it
live! Not only that but you've got a bumper package of serious songs.... live! Goodness!
Released the 23rd of September 1985, and they got to a chart
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
to Duke
Cuz I just get it how I live it, push it right up to the limit, knock you right off of ya pivot like a bouncer do
They call me Mr. Laidback, take
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
view sight
Mr. Dolo, slip the cracks before you've broken your path
Now what's a promise if its smoked out, drowned out, washed out till ash?
It's a live
years)
Can't get a break down here (can't seem to get a break down here)
Cover my children, we shouldn't be livin' in fear
People just tryin' to live
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
that’s me I can’t lie
Since we’ve seen true talent win 10 years done passed by
Realest shit I ever wrote that fake shit I’m anti
Overnight sensations lead
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
Chainsaw
My buddy Max was axed in the back by his wife Mrs. X
Sharp like a knife, she's exact, she never misses an ex
Speakin' of Mike Myers, it seems like
hope I did a little damage
I had my fair share of fucked up experiences
Took 7 songs and this verse to release the stress
It's not that I don't really
right Mr. Shakur
How do I start?
Her name is "Beautiful Day" in translation
She had a child, one year or two, yes, a mother in the making
Sometimes I wish
the slower one a running start
Girls double-dutching, but their fun is at a sudden stop
Once they hear that Mr. Softee jingle coming up the block
"Momma,
couldn't even pay the rent, homie
Thinkin' 'bout it I'm wondering where the years went, homie
Just a youngin' tryna survive, they was hatin' on me
I was
to remove it
I live only for this, it's how I must do it
There's no way they can take what I say and skew it
Rest in peace Chynna, Ms Taylor and Mr
As the wickedest public speaker since '73
Or '74, which was the year I first touched ground
As the physical manifestation of sight and sound
So gather 'round,
he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
'cause even
don't wanna go nowhere
I could wait here for a zillion years
You're gone too soon
I know I'll never get the chance
To say the things I never said
But I
begun
The years are flying by
My life has just begun
Am I dreaming
Or really seeing this?
Am I having a near death experience?
Wait!
The years are
swallowed by the black hole
Keep em stunned
Uhh uhh ye ye yeah uh
Uhh uhh Yerik uh
Uhh uhh Yerik uh
Uh yeah uh
Soon as the beat start blazing
My heart
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