Lyrics:
the green light to die (sure does)
I used to sit low with my 64, with my pistol on my hip, yo
Gettin' hypno'
Tires by the Cisco, I would sip slow, 'til I
the jerk.
Now my silly little sister went to some vlachos coffee-grind reader
And had a gypsy glint in her eye when she'd smirk,
"Since that's how you
the jerk.
Now my silly little sister went to some vlachos coffee-grind reader
And had a gypsy glint in her eye when she'd smirk,
"Since that's how you
bout em sliding on me
And
I just hate the fact they got they eyes on me
I’m by my lonely
I can’t let em drop a dime on me
And
Ain got no chill
Heart cold
you'll just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
you'll just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
you'll just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
talking 3 tings in the bathroom blowing on they nose
2 tings under curtains taking off they clothes
1 ting in her feelings and she blown up my phone
How you
Cooler than a fan (fan), money in my hand
Stashed in them brown paper bags with them rubber bands (bands)
I ain't got to say nothin', everybody know me
from The Proclamation
My Ireland wonders if it's a sovereign people
Still under the shadow of a steeple?
My Ireland constantly asks:
'Was it for this?'
My Morning Jacket X and Evil Urges
Beware and Be Grateful by Maps and Atlases
Menomena Friend and Foe
John Mayer Continuum and Trio
The Civil Wars
on the thrown
Tunnel vision got me zoned in
I can't miss
Been too green
This green it got me floating
Eyes too low like I can't see
My people watch me float in
booted
Paranoia got me ready to flash out
Bullets like test sheets way that I pass out
Think that you lit cause you got a lil bag now
877 I need all my
D D DJay Cas wo wo working on a plaque!
DaNamesLB on the record
She got bags under her eyes
But they're designer
Working every day to stack her
What time is it?
Hangin' by the backstage door, decked out like a queen
Your body's sayin' 21, but your face says 17
My intuition tells me, that
ain't nothing left when I open my eyes
But ain't nothing right
I don't play by the rules
I'ma sideline recluse
I'll watch you buy the booth
I'ma go
Wasteland soldier, these are tha dayz of our livez
I be struggling and hustling and thugging it forever
Come and look deeply in my eyes
I be
Adorned with a crown of thorns
Gray bags under my eyes
I ain't slept in weeks
Not a wink
But this disguise is a warning
And words are warring
That
bottle
Earl Stevens selections, mango moscato
Handbag by Selena, seem like I already knew ya
Beautiful girl, you so bad, look like somebody done drew ya
My
Come and look deeply in my eyes
Come and look deeply in my eyes
Come and look deeply in my eyes
I be struggling and hustling and thugging it
Wasteland soldier, these are the days of our lives
I be struggling and hustling and thugging it forever
Come and look deeply in my eyes
I be
about 5 times a day for like
9 hours straight. Tied tight on my waist
Run a mile under 3 it's a breeze
I can do it all angles: 90 degrees
Gotta keep
Everyday I wake up again and again
These bags under my eyes have become my friends
I know that life is weird and I don't really get it
But I know
ain't nothing left
When I open my eyes but ain't nothing right
I don't play by the rules
I'm a sideline recluse
I'll watch you buy the booth
Ima go
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