Lyrics:
own feet
Remember that when it's your grief
And it's you who feels the heat
Infestation of fleas
People itching to critique
About success, they
I've got no good in me for anybody
I've been ruined by the lies I told to everybody
It's so desperately sad that my life has come to this
I hope
head and home
Our enterprise a success
As return is no option
Our eyes were removed
For our own safety
The distance too great
For you to hear
Real niggas
(Let's make this official, baby)
Real before rappin
Respect before success
[ Harm ]
I've been down
For oh so long
Starin at these
To be without desire
Destroys a different style
To let her pass you by
it's no good
If only we could walk away
With all this out my way
I can taste the sweet smell of success on your breath
And I know where it came from
No need for chewing gum
I saw her today you know, she's
lies and says the pleasure is his
He seems to think I'll be impressed by the hair upon his chest
'cause his shirt's unbuttoned down to his navel
He
qui-i-ick
I want success and all that goes with i-i-it
And I'm gonna use my se-ex
Money talks, mmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I
It's been one thousand days since I last saw you breathe
Incarcerated by the routines etched into the concrete
We all fell down now we just hop
that you're juggling
The fear you must be funneling
Bury 'til you're burrowing
Pain is such a funny thing
So let them replicate my past success
no man in town as admired as you
You're everyone's favorite guy
Everyone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why
No one's
Looking for success
Still climbing the ladder
Without any progress
There's no point in trying
You'll never get anywhere!
Why do you care?
Why do
scared of a might
but you're by my side
And we were both born on the fourth of july
about 15 minutes before midnight
my mother's bridesmaids dressed in
before I get to see how success feels
Die before any of my dreams are fulfilled
Die before I really start livin out my plans
Die before I see my son grow
breaking free,
He'll end up in a court of law,
As the prosecuting Q.C.
Remember the School Captain?
Success was a matter of time,
I can hear her now, as she
I could not
The telephone rang like church bells
Jesus Christ I've gone to hell
A powder burn to the face
To remember you by
A powder burn
down in the DM, even your stock
You gotta love it, bitches after me, hassle me by the dozen
If she can't have me, she ask do I got a brother
I'm
currency views
Kind of murder don't mind if I do
My grandma and your grandma sitting by the fire
My grandma told your grandma, "I'm gonna set your will
Since I can remember
I've been dreaming
Dreams have been
Loved by everyone
I was a girl
In my own world
The only friends I had
Then were my
Torched up by its own success
Do ya' wish that we had never spoke?
Yours and yours alone
Mine everywhere thrown yours alone
Did the wind hit you
exactly
They used to laugh, joke, and try to fool me though
Saying (Man, you wasting all your time in the studio!)
I used to get dissed by the neighborhood
Excuse my awkward conversation
Tonight I'm in need of release
Instruments that were gathering here
Have shifted by a couple of degrees
She was my
and weasel words
With normal jobs and normal lives
They force us to this compromise
Where labour lives and leisure dies
And most of us get by
But I
and gagged by
passivity or hesitance. Dust bowls blow with our conjecture. And I look around and
see rust building up. We can't move even if we try. Move. We
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