Lyrics:
by some misfires in your brain
Because you took some shit to numb your pain
Yes, you guessed it
The culprits here are opiates
Methadone, man
Vicodin,
and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain Fightin'
a tantrum like a child
When you don’t get what you want
I love that you think you’re special
A needle in the hay of assholes
City full of boys like Peter
Forgive me, Peter
My lost fearless leader
In closets like cedar
Preserved from when we were just kids
Is it something I did?
The goddess
it
I'll fight you for it
On fire
Defrosted
But never a flake
Call me Tony
A tiger
Man I'm feeling great
Put food on your plate
I write till it's late
you act delirious
Peter Kings the type to go and make these rappers furious, uh
Look in my face I’m so mysterious
But I keep this shit a hunnid better
Or in the studio
And um
I'm just so proud
Of, how you are so focused
To do what you love
Shackled by his feet and hands
No village, no image, what it
sick with it
One of the wickedest
Individuals
I'm you
Without a pot
To piss in
I'm STILL a
CRIMINAL
Subliminal thoughts dark
Hangin' by a thread
From
nothin try an spoil this day
To Run, D and Jay it's love and my thug salute
'Cause real love's the only thing that comes above this loot
Carhart
hands
But it all just falls through like grains of sand
And I should call them trial runs, cause I'm not good at it
My scheming, my dreaming, all
Do you like onions by any chance?
I love onions
I love onions
Onions
Onions
Onions
I like onions
They smell really nice
When I put em in my salad
I
came
I was ashamed
Only now it seems so silly
That season left the world
And then returned
And now you're lit up by the city, so
Please, remember
call you back
When I cut 'em off, they always get attached (fuck 'em)
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up, eat it up
Eat it up, eat it up, eat it up
Read the stop signs
I can't love nothing
I mate, kill
You wake up and it's not morning
I can't sleep, I loved you once
I loved you so muchÂ
could be some ghetto gangs and ghetto play
If ghetto thang can have its way in ghetto range
Then there must be some ghetto love and ghetto change
could be some ghetto gangs and ghetto play
If ghetto thang can have its way in ghetto range
Then there must be some ghetto love and ghetto change
they stare, and call you, "Slut"
It's like your mind don't understand
You don't have to kill your dreams, plottin' schemes on a man
Keep your head up,
to godliness, then I'ma promise you that I'm the cleanest sight you ever seen
Call me Peter Parker, cause I trust my intuition, what I mean by that is that my
When you used to call me in a mess
Crying about what he did to you now, sounding so distressed
I could hear the pain in your voice, wish I could take
they stare
And call you slut
It's like your mind don't understand
You don't have to kill your dreams
Plottin' schemes on a man
Keep your head up, legs
I wish that you were here in my home now
You the only one I know from my home town
I ain't smoking by the kilo, I am smoking pounds
It's a 100 round
you be my Peter Parker
I feel I need you by my side but I can't even call you
It's fucked up, ain't it?
I know
This shit paining
And it's you the reason
black fat
Girl calls boy to stand him up on Saturday
Saturday
Saturday, it's a Saturday
It's a Saturday, it's a Saturday
Saturday, it's a Saturday
Peter Parker, cause I'm in love with Mary Jane
Call me still Jones, but my girls say I changed
A.K.A. Peter Parker, cause I'm in love with Mary Jane
Call
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