Lyrics:
the good with the bad?
I'm still smiling she's still sad
And we're both just drops in the ocean
In the ocean
In the ocean
Drops in the ocean
That's
of plastic, made out of pigs.
Why bother to shower, there is no power, it was all built empty?
I could have been a lot bigger by now, but I've loved being
Sixty seconds maybe
Is good enough
To cast out of beauty
This golden calf
Sitting in the corner
This is my place
Just like in the movies
My
is skinny as a stick. in the sixties my mom was hip and mini-skirted. she was raised as a catholic but then she converted, 'cause she loved my dad's
mention me now
I was never athletic but fundamentally sound
I was good with my words
Played in Vegas for shows
Not the best MC but got the greatest
above the building tops.
I couldn't be the only set of eyes on them, but it often seems that way.
Lately, I'm feeling mocked by their purpose. I keep
at least I done eased by, freestyle and rap, slipped through the cracks, think somebody had my back
Its that run down feeling, when you dealing with a hunch,
you
And that time that you needed I couldn't spot you
Sorry I missed that wedding
I was broke and I was homeless
That shit hurt when you can't be there
(This coffee break is sponsored by Green Hour Coffee)
Come on
Yeah
Bro you stacked out the STAPLES without doing a song
Was on Channel 5 and 11
Wine flowed in ashtrays,
Mea Culpa we cried,
Till the Balkan mob,
Took us for a ride.
He was stripped by force,
60 miles per hour,
Out
terrorist
When time we drop this like a bomb
The Kontraband
Off the pain upon (?)
Whenever I perform
See the youths dem form like Voltron
We no
a good one"
She says it follows her around
No shit, it's by the Beatles
I'm so lost
And I live just around the corner
Well here's a thought
Get
done Mr. Kim, I shrunk 'em down to ticks
Just hit me at noon with sixty dollars and two knicks
I gotta split, yo va, ah ill kicks
What's the shit,
rooster strolls down the road
A ladybug on the bench by my home
The beach at night hearing crashing waves
My mum being happy on her birthday
My
a domino effect with all these hoes
The way that I'm knockin' them down, one by one, that's how that shit go
She eatin' me up, it's so good, yeah
She do
crazy, sixty grand car, this as flee as can be
But last time I drove that car felt like a Prius to me
Look what this lifestyle is doin' to me
I want
to wonder why she
Never eat dinner much
I hit my first dice game
On some beginners luck
And ate good all week, meet the winners chump
We was wild in those
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