Lyrics:
you'll be a man, my son!
Will you remember the famous men,
Who had to fall to rise again?
So take a deep breath,
Pick yourself up,
Dust yourself
you'll be a man, my son!
Will you remember the famous men,
Who had to fall to rise again?
So take a deep breath,
Pick yourself up,
Dust yourself
you'll be a man, my son!
Will you remember the famous men,
Who had to fall to rise again?
So take a deep breath,
Pick yourself up,
Dust yourself
you'll be a man, my son!
Will you remember the famous men,
Who had to fall to rise again?
So take a deep breath,
Pick yourself up,
Dust yourself
you'll be a man, my son!
Will you remember the famous men,
Who had to fall to rise again?
So take a deep breath,
Pick yourself up,
Dust yourself
by a single lightbulb
Swung through a you-turn and stopped in a cloud of dust
I opened the door and got out
But my benefactor made no move to follow
Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?
The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable
kept face in bowl Pyrex
Never ungrip by mighty claw
Let the spirit speak I ain't gotta flex
Bloody face cus log saw rough
Bluff base snugged free like
To give a fuck about opinions
When you've been left
By the ones you love
Left alone with the ghost inside
When all you got are those Chemicals
Dead no soul
trust no cops
Driving around with two mitts in my socks
Cooked coke gon' get you in more trouble than money
Don't crawl through dust juice, the pigs is
denial the rest of your days.
Once you are dead I will dance on your grave.
Not as long as we both shall live,
The son you begotten,
He will never
up
I'm packing a damn bowl up
We'll laugh and we'll sip cola
Develop a thick cola
A hell of a lit aroma
The smell of it stays on you
Say word if you
a cloudless sky
One pair of ill-fitting shoes
To his wife a box of undeveloped negatives
And a bowl of onion soup
From dreams to dust
to put the bottom in their face
Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried
And the woods in Alabama didn't see no light
My Daddy played poker by
different
Use to dance up in the room to wedding songs, and reminiscing
Use to fight like we was pros, but in the bed is when I hit it
We was hungry after
Holding on and held it down
Level headed on the ground that's Where she found her son
With a needle in his arm and a Bundle by his gun
watched the efforts of our species dance away on the radioactive wind
Civilization retreated by millennia
All of human history wrought to dust
Our
and it's awesome
When we rollin' rollin'
Like we at Zodos bowlin'
Or Stoney Point packin' those' bowls and
Chillin' with the bros that we grow with
If I had a million bucks
It wouldn't be that much
Maybe a couple seconds
For my super bowl ad
Ya if I had a million bucks
It'd be more like a crutch
don't sip beer, we get wock by the six pack
I'm in the Midwest, got shooters all in Chiraq, Touchin' top shelf bowls for 5-5, Crip Mac
When I leave, I'm
and pray our sons just make it home from school
We need new rules
Queens created out of red clay dust
Pushed into classroom terrorism, girlhood rushed
call me the man with two lovers
(Chorus Repeat 2X)
(Verse 2)
Well I got two
Not one plus a daughter and a son
I live day by day troubles put me
beach?
Blood beach
Dance with a man he starts clutching, he ugly
Punks hung halo teach
Hugged by the math with the cable reach
A hundred and sixty-six
afraid to die
I just see some comfort in the longest night
I could tap dance with poltergeist
Hold up son just hold advice
I been working hard to beat my
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