Lyrics:
programme
Torn off bit's of pictures of barbed wire
One point four nine
One point four nine eight
Distilled mug art
Digital distilled altered art
Distilled
by a thread
I got Ephesians 3:20 it's written in my head
October 23'
Was on the devils neck
Used to get high now I got 1 Peter 5:8 instead
Now that I
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination, Bangor, Maine.
Old
I keep thirty on this bitch like Rambo
Hennebeeto behind the counter by the Jack Daniels
And the amigos gon' keep it unless you handle your candle
girls keep passing me by
She looks fly, she looks fly
Makes me say "my, my, my"
I wish I was a little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl
deserves a little bit more
Sittin' at the local bar drinkin' gettin' drunk
Shot after shot gettin' more and more crunk
Is this 8, 9 or maybe it's 10
Hell I
all over seven times
I's bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces
My water moccasins and rattlesnakes on two river bottoms
I chopped
Bless you, Fellaair
Little bit of this, yeah
1/2/3 down at 34
Imma hit 9th with a half for
Me and one fiend plus eight more
Ain't nobody pay shit cuz
a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means,
King of the road
Third boxcar midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
the somber town, maybe in the wall.
Submitted by Egulphy
HONEY BUCKET:
Eight times of fel-an-fo-fi
Like cobalt cast and clean
I got a mojo felt
an eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
Third box car midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out
goodness! And that was released the 6th of November 1989! Oh, here, have you just
noticed something... something a bit weird about that? Yeah, I don't know
Diamond on 8-bit (Mhmm)
Caught me going apeshit (Mhmm)
Think I need vacation (Mhmm)
Motherfuckers really play shit (Mhmm)
Trip into my bracelet
game
It's a hard time lovin'
For my hard drive lover
It will be bits and bytes
When we meet tonight
Ooo ooo ooo
Bits and bytes
When we meet tonight
the beach to the breeze, sea view in my rear view I
I see the streets I had to walk just to get by (Just to get by)
Or how I had to struggle just to get mine
Buys an eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
Third boxcar midnight train
Destination Bangor Maine
Old
Bitches want my top but it ain't no go out here getting to it on the low
I done seen a lil bit of money but its always mo Illest Bitch Alive
Perplexed or dyslexic
I'm hectic
Picked at a bit
Heckling at
Hectograms
cs you're browsin' the
Gram
Dodecahedron
Or eight by eight
cs I enter
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
a eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means,
King of the road
Third boxcar midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine
Old worn out
I'll fuck a nigga baby mama
And don't feel sorry, not a little bit
Sippin' dirty pineapple Fanta
Got me so sleep that I don't feel shit
RIP my nigga
fast as my hole's down. Green glass and most of all.
Been around the somber town, maybe in the wall.
Submitted by Egulphy
HONEY BUCKET:
Eight
trucks an' cars an' goin' on"
"Come on by man"
"Oh man, the station is done closed!"
Now the gas station was closed, and the snow was eight feet
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