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and the morals that they claim to hold on to
And by the time our world is dead and dry they will claim that they never were warned of the red sky
But there will
Gimme a single reason (What)
Why I should let you live (Uh)
I was sent to take your life (Yep)
And I can never forget (Nope)
Brought up by colonists
one
(red)Flows nastier than old gum, chewed twice, under the desk
(red)Don't try to decide on one of us, cause each one of us, is like one of the best
Sung by Mr. Black in an attic somewhere in suburbia
When a solution comes,
It's gonna breathe right down on everyone.
When a solution comes
a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga was
a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga was
they come for your success
If you ain’t with me by now, then I HIGHLY suggest
Sit back, relax, and watch me "ReFresh"
Got the city on fire
Got the Whole
Just cause I can see they're lies
Governments, they're hiding crimes
But I don't believe my eyes
Old friends, they would rather fucking see me die
a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor
A red-coat troop came marching
Marching, marching
King George's men came marching up to the old inn-door
They said
I'm a commoner soldier reputing the sinister's sins.
I'm an orator of people rebellion by any means.
I'm a cause of confusion because of the way that
We should get high high tonight
Watch the time tick on by
Watch the lights pass us by
No need to ask god why
I don't wanna open up
I don't wanna see
Red hot in black
Revolution running through her veins
A radical from head to toe
The only record that she ever played
Was "just like a rolling
the transient
Transport homes for the transient
And then I found where the old pervert conducts his business
Leave it be, leave it be
Yellow teeth, yellow eyes,
Red alert, red alert, straws are running thin
It's your time, you've run out, no more lip service
Overdue overthrow, out with the old government
Once a rebel's heart
Now in machine I start
Trading blades for chalk
Time now to walk the talk
From within these walls
I break the age-old thrall
I
the middle where we're grown 'til we're gone, God willing
Just some good old boys and good old girls
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world
Getting by
Out on a rooftop somewhere in Brooklyn
And these days they say the music’s got no soul
Yeah, these days just aren’t like the days of old
And they'll
blurred, and everyone's been bamboozled
Truth is much more crucial, than the same old song and dance
Don't just leave it up to chance, you might want
I'm hella faded
Now I'm elevated, and now I'm here to state it
Your entire empire is tired, y'all need to retire
Like an old player cause your flavor is
night, I was on fire
And I'm not a liar
Fourth of July and Bastille Day
A revolution is what she said
She'd never known real love before
She wanted more,
Please hold
The reason I'm now telling you
Is that you're old enough to know
It's kind of like almost as if
Please hold
He sees the world differently
a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga was
to the ribbon
Throw my hands like a reverend
Triple sixes double sevens
When I get down to this
I'm the catalyst
For a revolution
For a revolution
For
Or sipping on old English brew or whatever they think we do
Spraying double Uzis 'cause you know they think we live in zoos
The problem is with this
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