Lyrics:
the altar full yeah really crowded
I'm singing these songs for Jesus Christ and Satan's really pouting
I'm turning the bass all the way up yeah it's really
friend once told me to take life day by day
Up until this year, felt like I'm numbered on my days
Was waitin' for the phone call to walk up to Heaven's
You know, I might feel something for you, yeah
A little something
I feel like Malcolm in the Middle
But to be quite frank you're gorgeous
She love
Daddy, can you read me the Christmas Story?
June, you're too old for the Christmas Story
But I can tell you my Christmas Story
It was Christmas
I got Jimmy Hendrix songs on my Nike dunks
Smoking on Scotty too hotty skunk
What the fuck, damn
I can't help myself I'm trying to see what's in that
All day by lonely, Red Ranger, Fucking Hellraiser
Ian gon buy no Marc Jacobs, but best believe I got my cake up
Singinggg ona lovelyy dark nightt, even
rediscovered spirits
That just want a lawn where they can kiss
In full spring two lovers warmed by the sun’s rays
On a red blockwall while the birds stole
Is this how the end begins?
Infra-reds and ultra-violets
No one there to mend your wings
Flown by unconscious pilot
Tell me I'm not seein'
that's of my day,
Everybody special in there ordinary way.
CHORUS:
Looking for an anthem,
He was looking for a song,
Looking for a melody singing
more break downs
It's time for breakin' other shit
And I am not afraid of how this shit might go down
You have heard this a fight song
Plus that big fuck
CHILDREN, OLD AND YOUNG
TOGETHER HERE WE LIE
HEAR OUR LAMENTING
IN THE BLOWING WIND'S LOST CRY
OUR CHANT IS A SONG
FOR THE ONES LEFT BEHIND
WE LEFT HOME
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
of hits
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly
When girls stop by
For the summer
For the summer
I like girls that
Wear Abercrombie & Fitch
I'd take
musical direction for you
KW: I mean it was just fun to go in
And vibe out and not worry about what
Was happening on radio or
How successful the song
Would
for all my Gs
Quarterback in the streets
Throw a zip for three
Mr mC on the beats that
Still spin when I freeze
In the city by the sea, bitch
Feel
studied rhymes
(from the greats)
By age twelve I was digging in the
Crates for tapes to rock to
Like Funky Drummеr by James Brown
It was nothin' more
She's blue under red lights,
Drowning in a dive bar.
She's framed in the window
With two of her friends.
Mixed drinks and pop songs
And bland
the damn red
I heard that people gettin tired of my song now
The album drops and now my fans are gettin hostile
I only had one song that got the style
Unofficially I just want to come out and say...
I been thinking bout' the stage for a couple of days
I been thinking bout' the way that i'm moving my
Runnin', runnin' it follows you
Can't seem to shake it, it has its due
You've been acting for so long
Can't remember where you do belong
No going
These walls around me and the days are long
I fill my lungs with a widow's song
I'm looking for a reason, feel the spirit rise
I see my life
you do
You're my fourth man in the fire
Protector in the Den of lion
The rod that divides my red sea
You're the fire that guides me by Night
and pillar
demanded by convention.
You shy away but not for long.
They all begin to sing the songs you’re known to play:
Tunes from yesterday.
You yield to pressure
Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
Bang bang, the boogie
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