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at the punk rock house, and everything I own fits in this case from an old typewriter.
Then she took my hand and she laid me down while our boots by the door
live your life just like a hero
As time as passed I feel you near
Don't cry 'bout me
Because it won't be long
Please just remember that
The Good Die
VERSE 1 -
I remember the night when The Devil came down to me,
He was gleaming white, glowing like an angel being,
Believing in him was beginning
to be just like you my whole life dog
I can't believe them niggas stole ya, that shit's pain to me
But don't trip, I hold you down, you still remain
that a heavy dong
You can pass on the length
But the stroke and duration must bust like a range and be Chevy long
I don't care about bloggers cuz I
like it was yesterday
All these allusions to a God I know that doesn't know me
All of these hopes that I'll be saved and one day proven guilty!
I never
supposed to be
I just don't fit in down here
Yeah, and I'm in good company
Surrounded by a crowd of witnesses,
Like Jesus and the Prophets
cnd Moses
girls are all black like they go to school at morehouse
Aye, and I think I need a penthouse
But I'll shut that bitch down like my name is Hugh Hefner
call her on the telephone,
Tell her that i'm all alone,
By the time i count from one to four,
I hear her on my door.
In the evening when the sun goes
to go after B
And I still smash on C
I got two fifth on me
Like the quarterback of the cheese
I'm in the field, no cleats
Breakin' that seal by the P
to be like that
(Mm-mm-mm)
I'd like to be their boyfriend
That would be beautiful
If I sat at their table, guys would notice me (mm-mm-mm-mm)
So
to be like that
(Mm-mm-mm)
I'd like to be their boyfriend
That would be beautiful
If I sat at their table, guys would notice me (mm-mm-mm-mm)
So
I guess niggas don’t use their brain cuz its free to be dumb
They Easily could carry guns and squeeze em freely and run
My brothers been locked down
forever
They talk it we live it the stars is the limit, we shine by ourself but we brighter together
Never who that’s too close to the woo bitch you know
We could play pretend like forever
Or could we be something much more better
You know, doesn't feel sad
The thing that we've been missing
That kept us
it’s laid out
You just a work to put food in your damn mouth
I work like I am trying to feed a grandchild
Take the world by storm I got it planned out
into men
Take several down like the lean
Got a stash, brought another bill
Pay you off before I shot and kill
Tell them other trenches that I ain't
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
My grandmama said that she know I'm better so why do I live like a heartless felon
I take off my ice cuz I know they jealous
I don't know why I saved
A punani gate, I'm a potential felon
Izm is smellin, like I ain't even tellin
Channel one two, I'm smashin the law
Channel three, I make a run
A punani gate, I'm a potential felon
Izm is smellin, like I ain't even tellin
Channel one two, I'm smashin the law
Channel three, I make a run
savage that curse queens
I'm somethin' from his worst dreams
First we handlin' first things, I'm subsurface unseen
Grat'll hold planet by purse strings
survive
I'll reappear, in like 3 days ill be back
But if you're not here
I'll know just how you feel about me
Leave me to bleed
Covered with what was once
and mirrors but it feels real
Give me this, give me that, give me got killed
Somehow I think I have a shot still
Like when curry, miss a 3, this how that feels
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