Lyrics:
proud because they live very poor
Whitest kid in the hood he’s the one to aim for
But one day he was tired of always getting robbed
So behind they backs
before
Xanax, speed, ket, caps in panic
The need upset, perhaps managed
Through the weed, speed Xanax that I kept relapsed backwards
Too OD to get
go
As the days go by I don't wanna say goodbye
We can sleep when we're dead better live it up tonight
Drink in my hand middle finger to the sky
I don't
Good afternoon
My conviction that this country needs to go for growth
Is rooted in my personal experience
I know what it's like to grow up somewhere
tell a tale
To make you laugh, to make you wail
The tale of Christmas 1999
We heard a catchy little tune
We stole in an afternoon
And stuck it
gingerbread man's got a nine
Make it thru the rabbit hole in time
One giant leap to defy all quantum physics
So low in the food chain, hunted by the hunted
walk up in the office sign the doc and bounce
Cuz 9th grade when the drama would rise up out
The fuckin ground like a zombie I'd walk around
And people
walk up in the office sign the doc and bounce
Cuz 9th grade when the drama would rise up out
The fuckin ground like a zombie I'd walk around
And people
The freaks come out at night
The freaks come out at night
The freaks come out at night
The freaks come out at night
Discos don't open 'till
The freaks come out at night
The freaks come out at night
The freaks come out at night
The freaks come out at night
Discos don't open 'till
be sitting
I feel sandwiched between being human and a musician
I might panic, no disco where did this go
I'm switching
Takes balls to throw
lavish when I get dough, managing my bankroll
For your info! I caused panic at the disco
She's telling me to keep a look out
Tired of the indoor party so
by parents
At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed
Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly
Up in between the lies,
and cocaine in hands of kids
Why niggas die young in this life we live
Just a young nigga hustle on the block fo cake
Bring yo crew and you kiss yo mama
run
I paint your whole cinnabon
It's a lot of money in this world
I'm tryin' to go get a bunch
Look, warlocks, we keep a broom
I only ran from afternoon
fishtale baggin rocks
Now give me Bill Gates money
A little strait money
Big or small faces its been in all places
I was schooled by them older guys
and it's coming fast
Still I find myself in bed by nine and then before I know it
I wake up
At the same time
Fill my white mug
Live the same lie
You ask me
faulty production fueled by nicotine suction
From tux in my carnivore to vipers in my garden
You flash identify by the genus, species and class
Start
Like MJ and Iman
Remember the time
When I saw you on the bus you said hello with your eyes
Well you did in my mind
By the way you probably busy
Was I
Puttin' spirits in my thermos like Danny Phantom (Going ghost!)
Grab the Panic Cam and then record the damage and I
Wait, I'm goin' too far with
still have a gun in di hand (Indian), modern Carib
Yow, Trinidad, Galana (Guyana) di link solid
Yow, live rounds leave lives invalid, yow
Deadly
in a nightmare and forgot to snooze
Before the panic button's pressed I gotta manage ex
Pectations what I'm facing is a damaged mess
I gotta finish
to extortion for Porsche in
Automatic panic
See the weapon that I'm sporting
I risk, feel I'm Mona Lisa, forever straight
Had to get her cousin cause
She thicker
Puttin' spirits in my thermos like Danny Phantom (Going ghost)
Grab the Panic-Cam and then record the damage and I
Wait, I'm goin' too far with it
Lemme
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