Lyrics:
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The American dream ain't what it seems
With lies they've laced it
Can't you taste it?
See they baste it in an imitation butter
We've ate it
I've ever been with with
But you knew the rest
Wanna get caught up in my mess
Well, be my guest, be my guest, girl
For me to explain my first line to ya
Other half couldn't come
Cause they couldn't make bail
It's colder than westside
+It Ain't Hard to Tell+ in The Tunnel
The Tunnel (Let's take it back)
smile
Oh for just a little while
Dancing on foreign plain
Where i don’t save face
Stay close by your phone
I’ll tell ya when I’m coming home
45
chaos, no way that they can save ya
It's too late for prayer
Get ragin' or get lost (Or get lost)
Dive in with the mosh pit
Ocean of the lost souls
Movin'
off pain
And you gotta dodge bullets
Ain't no PE training tell all my haters
You can kiss my anus niggas ro-
I roast beef like Angus
Daddy had a whole
the front row
To call my name out
It’s the California golden state
Sunshine glarin’ on ya
Back from Amsterdam thinking kush
Is more than marijuana
Pure
Just Don't Eat What You Can't Spell
by Bawb (Bob) Pearce
Jambalaya, poisson Veron'que
I could eat that ev'ry day
Pot-au-feu or just french fry
I know you mad at me
'Cause, baby, I ain't pull up to your city in a while (No)
The way you pressing me with questions, 90 to you
'Cause I'm gonna
1)
I'm a lonesome rider,
I'm a real tough guy,
I tell you livin' ain't easy but
every day I try.
I've seen a million places.
Baby I get around
with
The cardinals take their place, each in a cell
They pray and discuss - kind-a-like show-and-tell
The prospect of new blood a non-Italian some said none
They
People try and tell me that its crazy
You and I were never meant to be
I don't believe they know, and even if its so
I'm fallen anyway, no matter
ain't worried about the length only about the outcome Yeah I would rather die young I'm doing me knowing they're gonna doubt some Hit the road here I go
you tell me
That you're the kinda guy I should make a move on
And if I don't let you know then I won't be for real
I could be wrong but I feel like
you tell me
That you're the kinda guy I should make a move on
And if I don't let you know then I won't be for real
I could be wrong but I feel like
a man's cake
By just using a slicer (straight)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
1-8-7 (seven)
I had one in bussin', and one in revvin' (yeah)
We ain't comin',
Saying, "I'll come back" might make it easier to leave
Need to run free for a while, I need some time to breathe
I see years go by and it scares me
& Warren 1:) Jazzn Jam
(Saskia & Warren 2:) We get at the party
(Phantom:)
Chant to them father, say what
I know you re gonna dig this
Them no ready for
No boy ain't tryin' to take it slow
We both know where it's gonna go
They say when you find real love, you'll know
We've no time for questions
know it ain't the truth
'cause what's the point in going on, if I can't love you
I'm waking up without you by my side
I'm holding onto something, can't
Don't tell me your name
I know it ain't gonna change
Anyway that I think (you mother fucker)
It's not as if you're to blame
If we're one
a scene but it's gonna get you caught
Meet me in the barrel and tell me that you love me
Yes, this is a kiss that I swear will blow your mind
Here we go again,
We ain't gonna bend
To pretend it's a fight
Against the majority.
Lip service sucks,
Yeah, you know it sucks,
Hate inside
one day, my shit is gonna end like the apocalypse!
But 'til then, rapper fuck around he's getting stamped out
Devil ain't just knocking on my door,
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