Lyrics:
There's a man on a power line dangling from the sky
Asking God for the second time why did you take his wife away
He stares down to the traffic
Yeah I got debt
Swipe of the credit card
Got no regrets
They tell me to stop it now
Tell em who next
Just like by boy Aubrey I'm Upset
Forty thousand
Everybody dead man
We all dead cuz we all sin
Don't mind me I'm a dead man I died man
Christ brought me back to too many times man
His blood got my hair
and all the friends that we miss
And the beauty of the skies they're reflected in your eyes
Man, it don't get no better than this
Well, by now I guess you
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
and such, man, I don't know much, man
I pay my dues, man, now I'm confused, man
Scabby vampires wanna run, come along, come use man
The same old news, man
and such, man, I don't know much, man
I pay my dues, man, now I'm confused, man
Scabby vampires wanna run, come along, come use man
The same old news, man
war
I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis
Know a couple niggas that's down to ride
For a homicide when it's drama time
Run up on a nigga with
If you lucky, you get old
Oldtimer told me (yeah)
You ain't gon' be able to fuck the same
Drink the same
Hang out the same
I'm like, once a man
take this old man by the hand
To begin again, to begin again
When I first looked into eyes like mine
I wondered what I'd learn to see through them in
changin' your place
Put the kids in a mansion, put you in a basement
Call me complacent, I'm proud of my changin'
Three years by your side is the time that
back to the old school?
Vinyl that bitch fuck a Pro Tools
Man I been moved on she is old news
Reminiscing still thinking bout' my old crew
Man can we
man or a clown with balloons
We face down in the soup
Bent like a bow or a 'bow' or a U
Loud as a crowd getting down at the stoop
Throw your oars
Some man say it's a psycho ting
But them man are fake on a lypo ting
Us man are big dargs, them a Michael 'ting
Roll by on a cycle ting
Man better take
surrounded by his books
A serious, lonely and sad old man whose youth has passed him by
And Jim and Will conspire
To ride the carousel
Could set their souls
at the grass down by the river
Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
From the "welcome home" to the kick out
Reach into a rabbit, pull a trick out
Preacher preaching to a faggot with his dick out
Hard times call for
They said, O ruler of the land, indeed he has an old father who will grieve for him
So take one of us in his place
Indeed we see that you are a kind man
What do you think is going on here the old man said from his chair? Did you think this is anything New now look here son. this is just like it was
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
the hourglass has no more sand
Talk about love, I am no poor man
On the global campaign in my old tour van
I'm going in a new direction
It's like Goosebumps
Please wake up old man Pliedis
Please wake up old man Pliedis
You've written far too many times
I'll come to you through an old man by the sea
You'll
Uh, alright (Ya dig?)
Old, oh before my time
Old, oh before my time
Now look, I'm the greatest
They like "what the hell happened"?
Devilishly
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