Lyrics:
a pawn in a volume war
And I'm the only one who bothers keeping score
Because I got no feel, I got no emotion
My riffs aren't real, I just go through
Barry, bodies bloody like Mary
Too scary to even look at when that ass gets buried
Gettin' carried away put to death by the vet
I'm a rider,
a nut for every rhyme I had, I'd get blue balls
Serious as drama, I'm-a watch her say "Me too."
You're shorter than Michu, your rhymes are see-through
his time would come, top issue
Branded by a government official
The boys in blue, Paparazzi circled the block
Rounded up six cats whose phones were
give you reason to cry, I'd be unhappy if you were blue.
Through the years our love will grow, like a river it will flow,
It can't die because I'm
Such a long time ago, I found you
In the street with your friends
Your friends were so strung out
And I was taken in by your false blue eyes
Your
When I made my way to the door, ha
Hell, it caught me by surprise
Made my drank spill and hit the floor
Oh, Lord
And then I turn around to your new
playing, ‘Coming through the Rye’
You were dressed in blue, you looked so lovely
Just a gentle flower of a small town girl
You took my hand and we danced
The court for concussions
I'm harder to get than
A quarter through customs
Get accustomed to adjustments or
Adoption by abduction
I was illegal before man
This is goodbye once, before ancient times
A circle of knights
Were sworn to the queen of magic arts
An oath to usher her daughter to where
She'd
blues
03 got some different views
Just purchased a condo in the South
'cause I had deja vu birdhouses, bird brain
I had a different youth
Been flew out
Writing all the time hanging on like a koala
Bear that’s overqualified
About to go postal
Kill everyone like Columbine
Almost lost my fucking mind had
was there the whole time
You put my heart through hell
You know we gon' do
We gon' take some cheap shots
Plastic cup sippin'
Straight whiskey,
chains
Now I'm staring at the world
Through these Cartier frames
I've had eight bill blocks
I've had half-a-square days
I'll chef a man down or
I'll fight
provide
Scoot around in Scat Packs every
Time we burn rubber
Running through the Magnums with yo bitch
This my third rubber if the giffy run last
This gon'
This is a war on the children
They give you the cure with the sickness
This is a war, this is a war
This is a war that we living through
They never
and start us a family
Blue-collar working everyday is making a man of me
There ain't a lot of jobs 'round here except the sawmills
This part of the state's
The choices are many, so risk it, love
And have it your own way
'Cause whatever butters your biscuit, love
Is fine by me
Which is why I say
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