Lyrics:
If all it took was luck
I would already be struck
Yeah caught by the good life
Waiting to wake up
But it's more like disaster
Born as a bastard
blowing tree by the sea
I told 'em keep the receipt
'Cause I got what I need
A small way to save waste at any pace
That's a leg in the race
I try to keep
the kings and soldiers wasn't what I promised
What does love really mean I'm so confused
I'm hated by enemies and loved by my muse
I paint her in my pictures
Steer your way past the ruins
Of the altar and the mall
Steer your way through the fables
Of creation and the fall
Steer your way past
take it!
If it's gone to sleep, you wake it!
If it ain't broke, break it!
Gimme some words I can live by
Gimme commandments to know
Gimme
boots on, and on my way to cash a coochie coupon
You know I'm, proper, don't let them boys confuse you
The fact is Meth, I'm harder than bottles made by
to get by
Slang dope, jack people, hands in the sky
When you livin' on the edge, yeah holmie it's a high
You get caught up in the drama and eventually
[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who want to be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big cars
No matter how
big, by the line-you clip 'em one at a time
You do this shit by the month, I switch 'em up by the blunt
So don't be stuntin', respect that chickens
carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Well, then can I roam beside you?
I have come to lose the smog,
And I feel myself a cog in somethin'
Everybody help me sing this song one more time, yeah
California girl, you're living by the sand and sea
And it means every little thing now, now that you
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Then can I walk beside you?
I have come here to lose the smog,
And I feel to be a cog in something
got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel just like a cog in something
ain't yours, take it!
If it's gone to sleep, you wake it!
If it ain't broke, break it!
Gimme some words I can live by
Gimme commandments to know
on them people
I tell no fables everything chillin'
Fax machines OfficeMax see me for that paper
You workin' for short bread ain't my money long
a brick, put your eggnog down
Your country's being run by
An orange fucking clown)
Well let me break it down for
How your stocking's getting stuffed
(White
Bitch I go hard I ain't lying
Bitch I go hard I ain't trying
Hit by two cars still surviving
So til the end imma ball hard Kobe Bryant
Bitch I go
with someone else.
Couldn't you see that should've been me? I just walked on by.
Then we met in '42 but we were on different sides.
I hid you under
When I'm all alone on my own by my lonesome
And there ain't a single 'nother soul around
I wanna dig into my guitar, bend a blues riff that hangs
fought we wrought, and let's annoint'
Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend
the old "tell it like it is" speech
I'm thinking you better start by hearing the word "practical"
Right here, right now, today
Where's the exit?
Now I and I say greetings in the name of The Mighty King
And I & I say played by the King love is all I bring
And I & I say Africa is I & I
riddin' in a Maybach commissioned by Virgil
I threw bait at the bitch and she bit it like a turtle (bit)
I can't fuck her raw 'cause her pussy too fertile
He's standing alone at the edge of that night
Surrounded by blaze lights
Staring the murk, distant and dense
Where stories are yet to be told
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