Lyrics:
cold. And so by degrees very gradually I made up my mind to take the life of
the old man and thus rid myself of the eye forever."
So I'm headed door
black out (yeah)
Bright lights down the hallways
Left his best friend for dead for the small wage (ay)
They say that every dogs got a day coming
It's
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
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& left alone
You see the pain in his eyes
Thought you was my dog like Paw Patrol
But you didn't wanna ride
I'm done with hearin' them lies
I'm really one
the bully, hit his ass with the fullest
Chase down the bully hit his ass with the fullest
Then we gon' string his ass up by his nuts with the pulley
String
the pain, you cry and you pray a lot
I'm talkin' about you, you who have the time
A time to be my friend when no one else would be mine
Problems were
masked up, posing with expensive clothes and see it in my eyes yo I'm so bothered, this the product of a man who doesn't know his father, lost fathers...
the avenue
Doin' what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't know why
Too much, too many
Said I'm sorry for everything that I ever done to you
Yeah
(The apologies of a thug)
Said I'm sorry for all the pain that I ever brung to you
passed away when he was in his prime
And I don't wish this pain on anybody
My uncle torn apart, seeing his son's body
Saying, "nephew man, it just don't
replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking
Back pain cause a nigga been carrying the team I had to show them that I'm colder
Back pain cause a nigga been carrying weight I had that shit right by
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly... with his song
Telling my whole
my car
I'm on his phone now, to the ambulance
I told them about Brenda and to bring help i
Hope they understand what I mean by help
I threw his phone
touch the floor
I do jail time, go to fightin' on the line
I'm on front street, wit' a drum inside a dirty nine
I got pain inside my eyes, from all
"so high"
I'm getting weed by by the ton
I'm getting purp by the gallon
I'm putting weed in the blunt
I'm sipping lean out a chalice
I love the drugs
(Here we go)
Huh, piss me off, I piss back
S-sixty-nine, that's a 9 tucked right by my six pack
I'm with my slime, treat a toe tag like I treat
and tell the world I'm gone
Live free by his patience and peace
Live free by his patience and peace and tell the flesh I'm gone
Live free by his joy
at a breakneck speed only reachable by a, a seventy-something in tear-away vestments.
And so, like the pilgrims before him, Dino Sore tightened the laces of his
his son and daughter
I'm really trying to believe that God will always love me
But this trauma is resurfacing to sabotage me
He said he wants to heal me
pain
Tht i got they
Dont know what
I deal wit
If a nigga test
Me then we gone
Leave his wig split
They try to
Be down when a
Young nigga get litt
Im not
all his pain is gone
Still he felt small, even though he's tall
Pops never called, he was not involved
Left his little boy with his nana, nana
Now he's
The ice cream man, he's a hillbilly fan
Got 78s by Hank Snow
Walks down the street shufflin' his feet
To a rhythm that only he knows
And I've
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
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