Lyrics:
man
Well he tried to live, but he's done trying
Not dead, but definitely dying
With the rest of the clowns
Yeah, yeah
With the rest of the clowns
Bleak dystopia, song of the dead, oh! (x4)
Hey, like thieves in the night - fright, surprising!
Or like your class of life to classic goes
mother make ends meet
It's hard is god watchin'?
Non stop while the cops rolling by on my block
I see paper dancing in the street
So what's the chance
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
To live and to die by the sting of his hand
To reap and to sow a forsaken land
Bountiful harvest of debt left unpaid
Sisters, brothers, and lovers
so many thoughts up in his head
Over one ounce of weed he had to leave a nigga dead
Now he got back to the crib wonder how he gon live
Like If this
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that
Telephone poles
Verse 1:
I was walking down the streets alone
Searching for my soul
Trying to find a way back home
But I didn't know
Then I saw them standing by
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
until the pen dripping
And don't trip, I'm two flights ahead
Or too high to land, whichever fit it the best
To live and die is a test
I'm passin' by
shine
I'm more than just a curse
Your mercy by design
Lovin' like a monster
Running where you stalk
Consider this a warning
For when you let the dead walk
cut his throat now he silent like a dead rooster
Ahh greed he tried again
So I broke his arms and left him worse then he'd ever been
Pride yeah when he
brainwashed, big chance
Dancing with his silhouette
Primed by magazine, and news cast
His mouth is dry, by his dreams are wet
Tapped by dark-coat, no name,
Flexin' like you got it
That's robbery in broad day
Running from my shooters
Have em' dancing like it's Broadway
Syde gang throw them E's up
Hang em'
my first heat
Bro bro showing me the 'lac sayin
Here's the key
Oh woah
Just by staying down
So I been trapping rapping catch them lacking
Bricks
dancing fools
But there is only one of you
So tied down by bad habits
We're all forgetting to just live
Of course all my friends object
Tell me to get some
Angels in the Skies
Hours passing by
When I close my eyes tell me is it truth or lies
Warden of the night can you hear my cry
Man on the tree is it
a mind like a kid
It's all hunger and id
I'm not here to take a photograph
Of the boys in the rock band
I'm dancing with the living dead
And my
slip by
It feels so lonely
So stuck in our little heads
If we can't live it
Then let's regret it instead
And since we live in our bubble
And stay out
Red wine, Samhain
Eyes wide dead of night
Cursed to haunt here
No-one by my side
Pale hands on your shoulders grip tight
Pale eyes looking deep in
Crossing the line in the dead of night
Five years old and on the run
This ain't no game, boy, don't make a sound
And watch that man with the gun
Cancun
Get it, nah forget it, soo woo I live it
Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes
Half
Dancing jigs until I'm crippled
Slug ten drinks I won't get pickled
I've got to hand it to you
You've played by all the same rules
It takes the truth
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