Lyrics:
EXIT 59
Every night at five walk to the parking lot
Wondering if you’re home, but hoping your not
It’s easier to be alone with one than two
Try
I am just a stone
Laying on the ground
People walk around me
I don't make a sound
When the night comes
And everyone is gone
I stand on a leaf
was all simple
Sap, hip, politics, no big issue
Win some, lose some, go and brush it off man
But now days everybody's got it twisted
No time
You pull up at the front, I'm swinging in the sun
Hot like the holidays
I've had you on my mind, I've been a little shy
Glad I didn't run away
a half of a dutch
I'm slappin they butts, can't wait to get them back to the hut
I'm here for Other People Money nigga, that's what's up
[Chorus]
people fall in love with you
You affected every single person you met
And we ain't have much, we spoiled you to death
Anything you wanted you can have,
that I keep
And I kept on waiting only she's waiting for me
You burning down Maine on a quarter tank of pain with soles off your feet
And you've been
to be good at any sports.
One wild pitch and his head is going to break off, probably.
So hes a gentle good boy who stays inside a lot,
and he hates
keys and said "Go to the fourteenth floor"
So in a flash I was there, cold knock on the door
Bombarded by cigar smoke, the smell of Hell and War
And when
keys and said "Go to the fourteenth floor"
So in a flash I was there, cold knock on the door
Bombarded by cigar smoke, the smell of Hell and War
And when
Taking it to another level
Devil what's up? Is this a joke or what?
Steady hoping you can crack open the Coconut
You can't see us, we're covered by
All the people I forgot to thank
Now is the time that I must give back
I hid in the back where the light don't dance
Sun's heat by the beach when
the hardest
Bombarded with comments by fans
Like "you the man but how come you still live in an apartment?"
Dirty carpet
Regardless the mic's on
Write
in UFOs and who can blame her when the stars are hanging
Overhead, dangling by a thread, floating ten thousand feet off the ground...
(This was
concentrating
Got Ulysses in the drum, but my pockets Franklin
I could hop up out the car in neutral, walk him down
Or play the sun roof in the Track', hawk
Free like we want to be
Some time you want to get off
Leave the work and take off
But the boss man say you gonna lose you pay
No chain on your
You know what pisses me off more than anything,
Is all these people who aren't exactly politically correct.
Like the other day, I was out walking
(Gang)
Who gettin' topped by a freak? (Gang, gang)
Who the real niggas we losin'? (Gang)
Who slide with me, cruisin'? (Gang, gang)
If you can't stand
dripping wax from a candle
All I think about is hurting people
I'm not a hero
But they're callin' me super evil
So I walk around with a cape and a xanax
and just gaze at the trains
They’d walk slowly looking at where the railings had been taken down
And he heard they’d needed to melt them down for iron during
got it signed by Isaiah Thomas so I kept it with me
Everywhere I went I used to bounce that ball
Everywhere I used to go I used bounce that, bounce
Who code switch so don't piss me off for a cricket test for us
Or question us about our loyalty, our blood and sweat's enough
Born under a sun you
things
The buddies I'm with the
People I'm 'round wanna cut that
Cut that tall tree down
Holding me down, but fuck that
Fuck that, get another shelf
have a past
I do not walk a path
I do not have a plan
I remain free to choose
That which I want to be
That which I want to do
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