Lyrics:
the ghetto
Even when you look
Its never what you see
My hood is the ghetto
I've been down before up is just a reach
Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch
the message
When I go I go in a blaze
But it won't be no captain saving
Cause where I'm going you're saved
Trying to rain down on my parade
Till that umbrella
scream mayday
I don't think the people in the back heard me
I smoke now so i don't think about then
Love my bros don't love no friends
We used to walk from
Songs from the Long Road - The Best of Carolan Fish
Volume 1
When I was speaking with a friend about the music Martin and I were working on during
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Come on, lets go, lets go (throw ya hands in the air)
This how we do it (let me see you just throw ya hands in the air)
Let's be friends (throw ya
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Come on, lets go, lets go (throw ya hands in the air)
This how we do it (let me see you just throw ya hands in the air)
Let's be friends (throw ya
Maybe secretly I do wanna be like you
I let my fake, fake friends take a toll on me
Like they be acting wild while they suck out all my energy
They
birthday
I still go down to our place and it still hurts
I wonder if you still got my Mayday Parade merch
(Pre)
I wonder could we ever get it back
I
always live Forever
The World is yours
If you make it the summit jump and when you see the grass
Turn your head into the sky and scream kiss my ass
I grab
soon as I'm fresh out the box like a Tic-Tac
We havin' sex soon as I get my bitch back
It ain't gon' be sexy when I get my lick back
I'm about to mop
Follow me backstage, behind the music
Under the masquerade
Bitter old burnt quart masked
By dutches of haze
You see? It's more than the
Words on the page
the way to write a song
It's when you get to microphones the music can go wrong
You can't see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
Your feet
like to pretend
That it's closure or closeness I desire and not friends
But pop in if you ever made my Myspace top 8, Facebook top friends
Remember when
when it's come to my throne
I know they're destined to doubt it
But if you see me asking, there's no question about it
I am WAY better than basic, No you
friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin'
Let my words be your Earth and moon, you consume
pity's sake, Christine, say no! (The final threshold)
Who deserves this? (Don't throw your life away for my sake)
When will you see reason? (His life
Lookin back/ on my past/ times goin by fast/ to all who laughed/ man y’all can kiss my ass/ as I walk pass/ pretendin I don’t know yo ass/ cuz you
Automatic when I do this
Manually, daily, monthly, annually
I get a step closer to being the coolest
Acoustic got me foolin', about to lose it
Ooh, shit
got
I see the lust in her eyes
It won't catch me by surprise
Huh
Where was you when I was down
Through 9/5
Through all the trials
You had pitch forks
a bitch to sleep when she sleep with a thug
See me a bowl or see me with nothin' at all
Give me the role, got people they want me to fall
I never turn my
thinkin' with your
arcades of me as a sure-fire start to something
long haul
don't get by winkin' to your
parades of me as you tear yourself apart
they ass to the sky, gettin' stuck by
The devil in drag, let's see who play the fag
Will you wannabe G's please have a seat
Here we go again, nigga
me
Used to see me in public and pass by me
And started fucking with my psychic
Had me feeling like I was a sidekick
Then I realized, you not shit
Just
my DNA, you see it started with my pops
In his hayday he probably put your Father in a box
In my hayday, I probably put the product in my sock
Ain't
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