Lyrics:
me
I find myself right back by your side (I can't get a peace of mind)
Oh I can't lie, you're the one that keep me high
When the rain is falling
I feel like I'm living in sci-fi
Then get blind-sided by real life
I feel the energy on them beautiful nights
Then, wake up seeing hindsight
Hmph
alive, I am what I am and I'm
Damn good to be a no good, hooded by
The wiggle in the middle, simple to party thumps
They call me the wickedest man
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
yeah
Apparently I'm not the saint they thought I was
Holdin' onto reality, getting to know you
Don't over think now
Now you doing too much
Ride alone in
what he really meant by that,
If you're walking down the sidewalk and you won't step on a crack,
You're afraid if you step on a crack, you'll break
K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga?
No socks
you wear the hat
You the word for a cat
And the rat chased by the cat
Thinking you're superior
Tell me where your minds at
Why do y'all rap crap and cap
Saint,
also from the Kottonmouth Kommitte, was caught by survalence
camera
At JJ's Liqour in the city of Orange
Making off with 2 cases of beer, 1 pint
far
Now you know you're wrong but not who you are
You try to find out but you get no where
Life's not fair you won't find it here
So, tell me are
Fractured pavement (Fractured pavement)
Scorched thrones (Weakened by ash)
Rival thanes and tidal waves
"You're unaware of the rude ruse!"
The gorge
hey, my love, hey
My love, hey, my love
My love
I love the way you're standing
Lips look so sweet, like cotton candy (my love)
That don't mean
on
Grab your ticket and your suitcase
Thunder's rolling down this track
Well you don't know where you're goin' now
But you know you won't be back
Well
Remember when I didn't need you
Well I need you now
To hold my head up high say...
Some days I feel like a saint, I'm so alive
Some days I
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
blameless
My only
If I am hanging by a thread, then you're infinite
If I'm a saint, then you're heaven
My only
Cement for all of our teeth
Spread your
the piss, no it’s not funny
And he’s raking the shit so I’m real punny
You said that I faked my come-up
And I showed you the receipt to prove it
But you’re
lie
If I say some shit correct me
Cause you're not over me
Trust me, that's SD mind
Just got flashed by your words
No but that's from my owns
Yes my
The UK rap karate kid
Well if you're sick of chilling around clowns then why you still going to the circus?
Making papers simple sell a product
to products their souls stay playing
In meadows with their separated generations
No cages
And outrage is outplayed by outdated outlines
Of plate guidance pushed
toes and you're mental
Keep it a stack, bro
It could all be so simple
Base the code that you live by
from the cold that you lived through
This who I am
I
you're missing
Niggas should know the difference
Between a bitch and a real G
I don't have to throw my set for you to feel me
Three finger salute me
Asleep at the wheel
You didn't know till its too late till now
Divided by the things you could not see
The land of the free
There is no safe heaven
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