Lyrics:
Then I go to outer space
Bih want me buy her a bag
Told her look at my waste
Tryna stay way from the gas
But Im pouring up by the vase
I hit the bank
Remember that summer we both turned 16
I got a little fixer up, a job, and some gasoline
Wasn't long for I had it up and running and put it out
handsome
We participating in a world hypnotized by human laws
We thought we knew the end was coming but still don't know the cause
That's why I'm optimist
Policeman!
I'm your Policeman!
I'm your Policeman!
I'm your Policeman!
We're always biting on your ass
For drinking beer and smoking grass
You took my herb
south
Saw her slob on a knob not no jobs
My father died blocks off Cottage Grove
Melody gone heartbroken feeling sad song
Situated consistent near
Unorthodox pursue passion next move
Falling off for pop appeal suffocating
Delusional unusual looking fools you lose
you hear what I hear?
Hey, we should go for a ride!
Sleigh bells ringing the whole way!
If the money holds out and we're not too hoarse to shout
Failure is certain, you are going to lose
My job is to kill anything that moves
Men, women, children slaughtered all around
Four hundred thousand
ain't got time to write bars
Can't sell out for a label always keep it live bars
I'm on job what's the task
I don't need the gs dem a G lock and a mask
Drop of a hat it can happen
A fake attempt to break the ice, but it ain't gonna stick
You better hold on to your day job
Fortune favors the bold, but
to blow in this wall like the hulk just walked in the hall,
The police asking what’s going on
Idk man that’s your job
I’m tryna find out where exactly
BLT Cubs, you shot your grandma
When I was 12, my momma's boyfriend took the batteries out the smoke alarm
He was black so it ain't a surprise, my
where I'll stay
It got rough up north
Cost of living and jobs
I got tired after 40 years of people in mobs
I wanna downshift
Live and relax at a slower
make love
Make my own money
And still feel you love me down to my core
I wanna be a mom and still do my job
Why can't I have it all?
The princess
and entertainment
Business boom sell merch i get the payment
Keep the grind musically skills improving
Scouted by a label i be waving
Build my brand my fan base Ii
believe me I've got nothing to lose
This years gonna be powered by God
I've got no time for all of your lies
I've been living my life on easy
Clean
Please
I
bit of ill will, pork skin doll, and a thistle of whittled sticks
Got you in a bad spot for believing in the mystic risks
Holding water and claiming
at the quarterback. Texas had a man in the stands the night we beat the Panthers
Said they had a spot for both of us that next fall
We were ridin' high on pride and big
there's never anywhere to sit!
Dealing with accountants about bounced checks.
Or being bribed for a good review
If I speak my mind you won't like what
ticket
Yeah, tonight he's bound for the Opry
By the backstage door, he'll wait in the darkness
Like he did so long, in Coldwater Tennessee
The crowd
on the elevator
The hood taught me don't talk, just walk my
Timbos on the curb by the stop sign (Kells)
East Side, West Side
Cleveland for life
East Side,
Quit making faces at the one I love
These errant tightropes that you're thinkin' of
Can't be undone the instant that they're set
Above this scorched
I'd swear there was a wall around my hometown
Preserving all the kids, their tenderness and faith
I wanna let it pass by
Although it's true to say
you can protest in the streets
Some people can wonder their whole life
If they made a difference by being alive
For them it's a problem, for us it's
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