Lyrics:
Eighteen years had come and gone
For momma they flew by
But for me they drug on and on
We were loadin' up that Chevy
Both tryin' not to cry
Hi, my name is (huh?)
My name is (what?)
My name is (chka-chka, Slim Shady)
Hi, kids, do you like violence? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna see me stick
that all your children
Will die in vain
The Homunculus is dead
And now we can sleep in peace
Hanging from the courthouse clock
Hung by Ben 10 bed-sheets
through the window at mist on the lake
Which hung like a shroud in the still of the morn
The silver cobwebs spun with the dew
Hung from the bushes in
of the haunts where I hung
My hum drum heart drum lung leave you stung
So just take a toke and pass to someone
Some will succumb and be sold by the sum
So just
Pushing up dust on empty streets
Rusted out chrome clocking 73
Between towns you don't find much
Daughters in the back practicing
The songs they like
here
It's all just smoke and mirrors
For years our vulnerable ones you've
Hung them
Then toasted cheers in your chambers with all your peers
While our
to be done
To the path that I clung
When I'm thirty years young
Gather up the crumbs
In the haunts where I hung
My humdrum heart drawn lung leave you
The days go by and I let them
God's Got Me
God's Got Me
(Amen!)
It all gets better right?
I agree
But I'm tired of all this damned misery
I'm telling you
by a big red ball
It stung and my head hung
Back to class with a bloody nose
And soon it was lunch time
Mom said I should ask about how poor kids
In for a penny in, for a pound
If she walks by you, you better turn around
She wants sparkle and she don't give a damn
As well be hung for
A sheep
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
When it comes to love, and being in love, it can be quite simple, to me
You're surrounded by plants, you know
And you're giving them all the same
the hunger at?
Probably under a tree in Mississippi, by the river, where they hung us at
If Jesus walked, why we all running laps?
Feel like ending racism
Something we
Heard
Heard you cryin'
Heard
Heard you cryin'
You don't take time to listen to my side
Just know when he's gone I'll be by your
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on, eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)
Well, it's Wednesday evening, momma's waitin' by the phone
It
bicarbonate
We got backstage and hung out with the band
I went down around the fishermen
I was looking for a hook
I was hoping that I'd find something by
Christmas
And when you walk down the street
Say hello to friends you know
And everyone you meet
Oh oh the mistletoe
Hung where you can see
Somebody
hitting closer to home
Afflicted and addicted you still pretend
Fucking save it
Why?
You're hung in the fear
Ride the rope of forgiveness
You survive your
I digress when I'm dazed by your gaze
You're not impressed with what I ache for
Go on, assess me without haste
With the time you waste you'll still
to it for a while
But time won't stop for anyone
It's time to move on and admit
It's over between you and me
Years went by
Time after time
We failed
on me out of the blue
I would do anything
For you, i'd do anything
You're living lavish in my imaginary castle
And you look so handsome standing by
down was helpful
But if only it was when
All is said and done
With the blame you would've hung
To be building all these years
What amounts to amounts
showed no mercy on me
When you hung me out to dry
Della-Rae
Why'd you have to treat me that a' way?
You left my heart in despondent disarray,
Della-Rae
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