Lyrics:
description in my memories
And that must be your ghost taking form
Created every moment by me dreaming you so
And is it my job now to hold whatever's left
with the shrimp like you know
Oh damn almost got ate
Got ate by a snake and I almost got ate
I'm a shrimp it's the end of the album of the album
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen to
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen to
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen
swear my lyrics won’t be half as bad
I’ll write all the music
But the drums will still be played by Chad
Let me write Chili Peppers an album
Let me write
art.
I am breaking again
To your point of start.
Our bonds are equal to work of artist.
I am a stooge,
You're a ventriloquist.
I am still standing in
Uhh
You just
Run
So fast
I just
Stumble
Past by you
And I run to crash
Somehow it's all I got to say to you
Half is never all
I wanna get it on
We
like the stooges, or goddamn musketeers
So come on Hopper Bob, it’s time for another round
We’ve got some hell to raise, and good times to go down
I know
High-fashion rockers soaked in the Stooges
A safe icon to revive- Iggy, the powerhouse
Unmatched by any droll models
Peddling dumb luck (Corrupt)
knew me
But you just acted dum like a newbie
tryna hurt me by selling your p***y
Coz another black man
won’t end up sleeping hungry know that girl
Blinded by the shine on their names
Scratch a little see the rust on their paints
You could build a royal estate
Wish you could do some things off human's
Of God
LET THEM KNOW ROMANS 14: 12
To those whose minds are crippled by the manacles of greed
And whose minds are paralyzed
To the facts
That we all are
that my heart ain't pounding
For you or for anyone else
I don't have no problem being by myself
I hold me down and earn my wealth
No one's had me
We're all just spectators here at the circus
We're ready to jump through hoops and be duped by deceptive circus clowns
Yeah, they cut your mind in
scared out of control
A firebird takes on a camaro
We set em up side by side
It feels like it's 1969
Engines knock a tire blows
Iggy and the stooges
the back
Then toss her in the trash
DOJ can kiss my ass
Now who told y'all to send my cash
To a
Nazi regime
Maxine rob the treasury to fund a fail Bank
By
had to learn a few things
First there was a light
Copy right by Moses
And Abraham was playing the stooge
With pilot on the right and Mary and her
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
quite a lot. maybe that's normal when the band's not
On the scene for a while. but after that it feels really good to have,
Actually, a new album ready
lovely like a Stooges tune
Cold metal, it's the father of beat
The mother of the street
Cold metal, it rolls on by
Cold metal, gonna raise it high
I feel—I feel compelled to[01:40.71]I—I was inspired by other outros like Note to Self by J. Cole on 2014[01:51.24]I listen to the whole album top
written by the victor, thats how you create a new legacy
By leaving a trail of broken bodies
Look closer at what your governments present to you, the devil
ignore
Waiting for the door
Just want to get home before the night resembles war
But there's more
3 stooges by the bike rack
Pop on the headphone
like courage. Coward soul
I'm Eustace Bagge. You scary bro
A goofy. Stooge. You Larry bro
I'm Vibe checking. Hit the door
Know she bad. She got
work
Check the 2 step
I’m just tryna secondline
On a cruise ship
Rebirth
Hot 8
Or the Stooges
Ima blow that gas
Like a tuba
She know I’m winning
Them
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