Lyrics:
is drippin be
I ain't no flapjack, don't bother flippin me
I stick to this, so say this while you're grazin
Original man's a black man, said by
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy park
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy park
his porkpie Stetson hat
And the tuberculosis old men at the nelson wheeze and cough
And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off,
I've been rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Gotta do it in the moment, moment
Really feel like I'm floatin', floatin'
This disease got me broken
CTRL, ALT, DELETE, reset, but I would not accept retreat
Heads up...
Keep your head up, keep moving to the East
The rain will let up, keep cruising
know I'm headed south
So's to meet me by and by
Marie will know I'm headed south
So to meet me by and by
around? Smiley: NO!
Phone line changes smiley: Aight go, sorry
She see how i'm livin' (shit)
Send packs to south make sure they're livin'
She wanna see how
absentee but minds you don't sleep
It took her feelings to raise me lean taught me how to read
By the time I went to school I was in high speed
Ready
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
Yeeees, man
But I'm not a yes-man
Who am I?
I'm that nigga with the golden mic, I hold it tight
When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic
Smokin
sewer sludge stuck in my throat
And I live in a big pipe on Sog Island
So stop by and have a bowl of rust, you fucking bitch-ass faggot
Faggot, you bitch
his porkpie Stetson hat
And the tuberculosis old men at the nelson wheeze and cough
And someone will head south until this whole thing cools off,
build businesses where their graves use to be
I grew up, muddy south Tennessee
Keep you mentally entrapped, yet the body walks free
It rarely gets cold,
I don't play around, nor do I f around
And you can tell by the
Bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down
on the edge of a cliff
I'm just hanging on by a rope
And my hands are getting tired of holding on
But lately I been wondering
Maybe that mountain that I been
Yeah (oh yeah)
I'm broken in pieces, down to the soul
I know the whole world can feel it
I know that they can see it (oh)
Oh, I hate to admit
pushin' me on to another mountain top
Push me on, no no I'll never stop, push me on home
There's a half moon rising in the south eastern skies tonight
It's true in this life
I've never been the one in your eyes
I've never been the truth
All you saw was a broken mirror
Who the fuck are you, tell me
club night, I'm gettin my rub right
Don't you hate when cats spoil it by havin a club fight?
But that's alright, one cat don't stop no show
Bouncers, do
just feel so small
Am I doing something right at all
One foot in front of the other
Head facing down
Looks like we're heading south
One foot in front
lose, she lays on me
And nothing else matters
She takes all my broken pieces, and she puts them together
When I'm through, she stands by me
When
so I headed south
Feels like my life?s passin? me by
Oh, I like the sound of me turning around
As I pass the South Carolina line
(Chorus)
I?m leaving
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
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