Lyrics:
Live from the sinning
Die without living
Fucc the other side
I'll die before I give in
My thoughts spinning
Die, my competition
Highway to hell
I
at Wrestlemania Four
You were at the side of The Macho Man
When he became the undisputed World Wrestling Federation Champ
One year later here in Atlantic City
They found him in a cabin in the woods, Broken
Bordered in by nails and some wood, plank wood
They snuck in through the back door, hinge broke
Saw
the churches while you can
Port-a-loos
Yellow cabins by methodist doors
New Jersey car parks permeated by
D. Bowie [sound-alikes]
It's good to live in
Fall down drunk on the road
It's good to live in the country
Look at yourself as a man
The valley rings with ice-cream vans
It's good to live in
Fall down drunk on the road
It's good to live in the country
Look at yourself as a man
The valley rings with ice-cream vans
It's good to live in
Fall down drunk on the road
It's good to live in the country
Look at yourself as a man
The valley rings with ice-cream vans
It's good to live in
the stuntin' race, top-notch paint
drip drop, flip flop, strap witta glock
[Skinhead Rob]
Live everyday like it's my last one, maybe it is
aint no morrows in my
In memory of
In memory of
I’m pouring out liquor I’m going so hard for my niggas above
In memory of
In memory of
I come from the city of
hate they
a watch face
Black diamond got a nigga baked
These my streets take police on a chase
I don't fuck wit State Farm
I don't care about jake
In the fast lane no
they're selling your kids (Move on)
Consumed by the glamour
Compelled by the glitz (Move on)
Don't be fooled by the camera man
They'll shoot ya quick (Move
that're required to build up
My strength to go face off the man in the mirror
The future is coming I don't feel prepared
What if I'm always uncertain
lies,
That’s just the way it was.
I don’t know how I could ever go on,
I did my man harm and that day’s gone.
Jesus, you know I can’t live, live
a limb, with my pockets real heavy
Give you 50 pounds, see how fast you can sell it
Meet me at Harold's Chicken on 87
Parked in the drop on the side by
quick
We kept a close eye like contact lenses
Until your man came and you changed that sentence
And went on a path that was separate
And like a drop call
the cage
By meditatin' and incantations
What the fuck a nigga know about a flip of a shipment
Never talk wit' cops, got the Glock locked in the whip
Vacay,
sinks slowly, into the blood red, burning sky
The man they call the nu god walks with thousands by his side
They see the sun god carved into the desert
man lose
Feeling like I blew a fuse
Ni**as out here buggin' over views
Steady laughing never act confused
And the way that I been moving, in my groove
checks that I'm better than
When I get the call man I'm pulling up
It's about 12 in the sprinter van
We got them sticks call em glocks in the cut
It's
building a business, making investments
Stacking my bread, all that and more
You live in a dream, I'm living my dreams
Keep talking your shit, Ill make
my stick in the box
I'm feeling brand new cause I'm going to the top
Big LMS Shi Man
You know what the fuck going on
While lot of mob shit
Whole lot
ooh)
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, the champion (champion, champion)
Straight balling in this bitch, Jeremy Lin; 'Melo
Tell
(T)he town of Holcomb Kansas
Stands on a lonesome plain
Farmin’ there’s a hard row to hoe
Hardly ever rains
The good people who live there
By
was held by these two hands
He must be leaving hell to live
With a ghost of another man
My name is in the side wall
Outside our bedroom door
He can't
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