Lyrics:
gainin' ground, It Ain't Easy
How many times, must you deceive me?
[Sen Dog]
I been around for many days, of musical mainstays
Cypress, is Worldwide
The locks of Hell are broken
This manor's haunted, not by ghosts, but by names
For sure by pigeons, shitting all around
And a goat in the yard: it's the devil
J's so clean, even Paul of Thebes came out
Office in the hall of meat, I can't even check the mail
Without a trail of handlers waving around dog
out by your state
So who's stakes are higher
Double faced wet estates; taste and hate providers
Or future steaks whose eyes are never dry
Born pawns
paper right
And we gon be alright
Dog my beliefs are tight
I Bet you won't find no one else that's on the same drive
You thought I was a bench player we
said if you could start it, it's yours
Forecast warm, leftover chicken for the dogs
I've been jumping over fences in
A hundred different forms
Next week
It's a beautiful day for the race.
Stu Chan is the favorite today,
Assault is in there,
Dog Biscuit is three to one,
Safety Pin has been
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
promise that we tied in, when shit get tough I know the 'Crete 'gon hold me over
Every day, I'm gettin' closer to my dreams
They runnin' schemes, but
"Oh, nice to see ya M'am. Not a bad day, huh?"
[F1:] "Well, I'm a little lost. Could you help me out?
I hear your the best with directions."
[Toll
and the dog's on the table
But we celebrate the day just as long as we are able
Well Henery Zeneski bought a plate of fine Kabasi
The Cohens of Canarsie brought
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real
Meek and obedient you
blame?
Maybe my pain, dealin' with it by callin' it a phase
These are the last days
Carry no shame, everyday thangs
Went from sellin' cocaine
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
and downs like a vocoder
Have the cov-odor, and by the time we're over
The corona have a combover
Was a road dog, now I'm a homebody
And I have no dog
and sporks
I was the dog breathless chasing
The car up the street
If I ever catch it I'll panic
That's the flaw in me
Nothing glamorous about growing up
Poor
sprayin' bout His name
Titties on the Ar I can spray the bitch for days
I'm just gettin' started Genesis skrt off the lot
Mane that bitch retarded flip
An angel told me Jah is hearing our prayers each day
Regardless of our faith
And even though so many of his children stray
All good deeds are
And I know I would of crashed if you never was around
So don't go,
Don't leave,
Please stay,
With me,
You are, the only thing, I need to get by,
To get
A weapon of mass conception
Spanked by the hand of thanks and please
I'm a mentalistic fun disease
I am a hot dog of desire
A goddess of liquid fire
It's all
y'all lowered like bar like limbo, you know who you are
So quit fuckin' the dog 'fore we start callin' you bizarre
Shit, screw the pooch? Y'all done
I adjust but stay radical
Without being over the top like a catapult
Hit up a new spot batteries for the boom box
In the rain to gain playing pain by
But my grip, is when my fingers curl around the mic
I know what it's like, a dog eat dog world
But I'm a carnivore, out on the parquet floor
are walking by staring at me
pre-pubescent faces are coming a little too close
i don't even remember if i have on any underwear
i get up and walk away
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