Lyrics:
power set me free
Catharsis envelopes me
Sever the ties to failures deadweight
Move freely and take back control
Bottles, needles, razors, and capsules
no endin
Nigga ain't no givin' up, best get out your feelings
Fuck it, I'ma do it by myself because I'm winnin
I can never switch up like you niggas
Okay so how do I start this
I've been feeling alone
I'm forgotten
Take hits from the bong
I'm nauseous
Drank like Stone Cold
Bottles popping
I'm
Elixir sips, my nigga, take a hit
Your soul paper thin my soul extra thick
I'm on my ancient shit, you can't pay for this
No genie in a bottle but I get my
sparkling shore
So I took my rusty gas can
And an old iron shovel
I set the woods to burning
And choked the river up with stones
Every creature casts
cold that we should call it "Clash of the Titans"
The Medusa couldn't turn me into stone
I'll decapitate then pick up her head by the pythons
Hahaha
Tears in your mug
But years went by and I never saw you cry
It's you, Ten Years After and a
Bottle of scotch
In your tobacco jacket out in the cold
man
You can meet me in the loft
What's cracking on the problem
I can get it solved fight fee and
Need a couple profits
With some drugs and a bottle
Just
can you feel me?
Hey you! Don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight
Hey you! Out there on your own
Sitting naked by
sponsor of this Thunderbird occasion
And have an iller rhyme, at least by Miller Time
Collect the skrilla and geese with a killer dime
Met her out in Killa
a square
And he can't give you what you need
I put a thousand on it you a stone cold freak
You ain't an Aquarius your ass ain't no Aries
A dime piece Pisces
the day
And protect your pride
The real recognise
The fake generalise
Up in their ivory tower watching with emerald eyes
Precious stones are moulded by
Elixir sips, my nigga, take a hit
Your soul paper thin my soul extra thick
I'm on my ancient shit, you can't pay for this
No genie in a bottle but I get my
Elixir sips, my nigga, take a hit
Your soul paper thin my soul extra thick
I'm on my ancient shit, you can't pay for this
No genie in a bottle but I get my
blow this gangsta clean and straight
From Queens and I do it for my block huggers niggas can not touch us
Roadies gotta love us something to bottom
we lean on
It isn't just shaped out of stone
It didn't get that way by sittin'
There dry as a bone
It took a million years of changin'
spin the dreidel
This is therapy for gangsters
Welcome to North Korean Barbeque
By Mac Lethal
I had a lucid dream, that’s a dream
You can control
though
Rainbows only show when its rain though
Rainbows only show when its rain though
Rainbows
Yeah aye
I'm distracted by light that I'm causing, I'm all
founded
I'm surrounded by people that keep me grounded
I'm a stone cold stunner
Hit my rock bottom last week
But that's okay cause ima cold motherfucker
There's an infant clinging
To his overweight mother in the cold
As they go to shop for cigarettes
And she spends her last dollar
On a bottle of vodka
sparkling shore
So I took my rusty gas can
And an old iron shovel
I set the woods to burning
And choked the river up with stones
Every creature casts
crazy old man, nobody goes around, nobody ‘cept for punks like me and my friends
We’d pull up in his yard and throw bottles at his house, open all his
On the boardwalk below
And they're howling for answers
No wolf can know
I charged at the waves
With a glass in my hand
I was tossed like a ball
At the bottle
me this morning
If I'd been by your grave
But that flag and stone ain't where I feel you anyway
I drive your truck
I've cussed, I've prayed, I've said
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