Lyrics:
to ourself What should we do?
Hmm
It smellz like a party ya'll
La, la, la, la, la, (hey)
La, la, la, la, la, (ho)
La, la, la, la, la, (hey)
La
looks to kill
Come and get your fill
Take the little pill
The devil made me do it (d-do it)
Evil in the eyes
Caught you by surprise
Pretty little
If you don't control your kids I'll teach them in this school of mine
And would I be the enemy or will you see the halo shine
No turning back, don't
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not
eighteen, proud and brave
But a Yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the mud below my feet
You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat
entirely
I’m entitled by the provider please that I leave this society
Then I come back on a new wave in a blue dream on a cool day
I escape this old cruel
BENNY
Waiter ... Waiter ... Waiter ....... Waiter!
ALL
La vie Boheme
COLLINS
In honor of the death of Bohemia an impromptu salon
will commence
I took a drive by the old movie theater
I haven't been back in at least ten years
The parking lots and plazas never change
And your house still is
swallowed by the bed
We're still holding on
In between now and the world yet to come
Holding on
Time
Pouring out of my hands
I'm sinking
Again
Tell me
Show
eighteen, proud and brave
But a Yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the mud below my feet
You can't raise a Caine back up when he's in defeat
man kickin' shit like he Bruce Lee
She bad, she on duty, I'm back makin' movies
Bick back and boolin', what's brackin'? 400 clips in the Wagon
These
the stars fall down
As our world ignites
What will we do? Will we sit back and watch
I'm sick of apathy dictating how I think and how I
Talk, I'd like
to you Lord
I gotta find
I gotta fine my way
Let me find my way back
Yeah I'm under pressure
A diamond in the rough
Looking for a divine message
Lord
of being alive
So yeah
It's temporary
Soon
It will all be over
First the pain ends
Then the joy will begin
Only to follow the pain
And back again
Then apathy
Ice-T, let me kick my credentials
A young player, bred in South Central
L.A., home of the bodybag
You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
I used
could join a steno pool
Turn in your teasin' comb and go back to high school (la la la la la)
La la la la
La la la la la la
Beauty school dropout
your masterpiece
I had apathy and lack of piece
I get blessed by you I don't have to sneeze
I wanna stay by you I don't have to leave
Believe in your
leaving in the morning for a year long tour
And I won't be back in your neighborhood
So - la la la la la la oh
la la la la la la la
la la la la la la wont
a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick
And by the way, suck a dick
You don't like it and eat shit then slit your wrists
And jump off a roof and land in a pool
The people who make this world whole, the ones
Who break their backs for their family
Only to be thrown aside, caged up,
All in the pursuit to be happy
Yet
I dunno how, but I'm back in the Midwest
Got a job, I'm working hard, and I'm nowhere near as stressed
I've given up on waiting for that text
In
Deafened by the turning of the screw
Still caught in the middle
Where I found love
You gave me a little
But not enough
Trespassing under starglow, moonlight
Steady dragged through the muck by the throat
Only getting to laugh when it cuts me the most
So chemically ravaged, I've been begging to have it back
I am learning English as a 2nd language
On the bus journey back home to my family
In the west end of this city
Where I was told that we could live
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