Lyrics:
god-damn arms race (sing it out loud)
This ain't a scene, it's god-damn arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress
I'm the leadin' man
lit baby, no drawers
For sure, imma skurt when I skeet
With her head in my lap on the 215
Man I love this So Cal life baby, Cuz So Cal right
Got them
a poor man got caught up in a tide
Hung his wet socks up to dry by the fireside
Nicholas came along that night, secret as can be
Dropped a bag of shining
the poor man can't even deal with life
You know he tried to escape, and smoked the coke on the pipe
And it's time for a change, to a better way
'Cause
you a chain
Straight to the racks
I'm a warrior like Kevon Looney
Fuck around and breakdance to it
This shit hella groovy
Ain't a snake nowhere by me
every day
Man of the house I was raised by my daddy to get off my ass and put food on the plate
For the kingdom, so much trauma got me pain numb
All this
sings new lyrics when they play this one live, and they seem to be about heroin and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene
LIZZY:
I'm sin
Done
just giving basic knowledge of this shit, y'all call it life
That's just fact right there, man. You feel me? I got nothing else to say, man
6. Move On Through
A poor man on a street somewhere
His crowd's walking by acting just like he's not there at all
He keeps on playing for what they
dog now
Feed the poor dog...
Drives himself by
Having been here for a while
Eating maggots in the jar
Every time I stop this car
Less fast, I don't
House
And they buried him in the sand
Every locomotive come roarin' by
Says there lies a steel drivin' man, Lord, Lord
There lies a steel drivin' man
Says
Just to hear his hammer ring.
Just to hear his hammer ring, Lord, Lord
Just to hear his hammer ring.
When John Henry was a little baby,
Sittin'
the poor man can't even deal with life
You know he tried to escape, and smoked the coke on the pipe
And it's time for a change, to a better way
'Cause
she always stands by me
When I wonder why she loves me
She's always there to show me
She knows the value of a poor man's rose
When I wonder why
wicked
At least a me dey want we poor man think we make we all die in vain
The reason getting richer why the poor man a die each and every day
We remain
myself
Cause I am the man
You think say you be the man
Think again
Looney on the scene baby
Telz on the beat like
DX, we the best damn
appointed by the state
Oh, Utah justice can be had
But not for a union man
And Joe was warned by summer early morn
That there'd be one less singer in
come from the bottom
I ain't had nothing at all
And so I'm a dreamer, I want it all
Man I be going off 'cause I ain't going back to poor
Now all I do is
part of the problem boy
You ain't part of the deal
I said Hey boss man
I just do what I do
I'm just a poor boy
Singing the poor boy blues
I've learned
of a broad
This style of rappin's called pattern and pause
Still a one-man class action trapped in his cause, yeah
Stay focused, keep grindin'
Follow
She wanna fuck I put dick in her throat
Get to them racks I can't go back to poor
That nigga falling off
Baby take off your tiki drawls
I'm higher than
some pretty jive
Prettier jive than I've ever heard from
Any man alive
He called me "Baby," 'n "Honey"
Messed wit m'head, tol' me he'd show me
at the house next door.
Then Mister Trouble strolls on down, stops at the house next door.
A poor man cries out, “My woman's gone. Baby won't be back no more.”
You’re An African with a dream that’s not certain, its incensed
I know the voice of a poor man ain’t heard
Thou his actions of crime, will change
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