Lyrics:
the culture
For the streets
Entrapped by joys created while dancing in the sheets
Your tears
Real fears
Nonexistent my love was near
You don't love me
Then
distractions under commercial supervision, and affordable suicidal coping mechanisms. I catch myself picking at them even when I'm bored, awash in the promise
written in blood on the walls Who's to catch me when I fall
Motivate me while I waste all your time here's to killing spread your wings and fly
Dwelling
am always over time
And times I want to sail to Spain
And times I want to stay
Catch a tiger by the toe
Pay fifty dollars every day
And when my momma
And I hope that you will fall on me
'Cause I won't fall
Some people don't catch on they'd rather just pretend
While things are going smooth they
the wind in my hair now
Find a station through the static
The old me while I'm at it
'Cause I've been on the rocks, I've been on the road
Pullin'
I relapsed
Everyday's a celebration hops on rotation
It's beer 30 with the IPA Nation
Catch me at the Beer Farm putting a few down
Or chugging with
I'm gonna take you to the airport in a limousine
Wake up together in the land of dreams
When I take you down to New Orleans
All the things Imma do
was Christmas Eve
3 days later he had proposed
Pain and love became apropos
I was nine when I stacked the bones
Standing by while the roses wilt
Not my
hallucinate
Double up while you fumble up
Fuckin' up, you fuckin' punk
If there's no room
Then we'll stick em' by the fuckin' pump
I was raised in
you
Tell me that it's all cool
I don't wanna slow you down
Screamin' from the sunroof
It's not that I don't want to
I'm just afraid I'll never catch
[Chorus]
"Seasons Change, mad things rearrange" - Lauryn Hill, "How Many Mics"
"Play me in the winter, play me in the summer, play in the autumn, any
[Verse One]
It was a time when life when was mad simple (SO SIMPLE)
Me and my people listened to records and used to rock rhymes all day
We didn't
can stoop
Put a hole in they ass like a fuckin' Fruit Loop
Shoot to kill
Make 'em puke and squeal
Catch 'em while they sleepin' in they Coupe
or cupboards or shelves.
'Cause songs are made of air, they can't be any use to her.
Better off try'na catch falling aeroplanes.
Then girl said:
“Boy don't be
Catch a glimpse of his face
Your heart sinks in your chest
Your hands start to shake
Because you know it’s him
Just the coward and you
Standing
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