Lyrics:
I got somethin' else to tell you 'bout the new Motown
Where people don't visit, they move out here
And ain't no tellin' who you might see up in
I'm glad you're all here
If you aren't overwhelmed
I'm afraid I wasn't clear
Or that you're not all here
Or you're off over there
Floating on American
actin odd
Lookin back, realize, lack of love inside my heart
Tryna cuff her quickly, dreaming but
we aren't
Katie set me up then told her mom that I
to become replacer
To Zordon inside the tube, I was destined to be the face of
A brand new warrior race of
People with special gifts, who are super simply by
of production
People getting body-snatched and cloned by the day
Mass meditation we all need to pray
Gangstalkers love to stalk the chosen ones
Trying to have
you here
Cause you see love
I been hustling
I'm up
Now too late
Man fuck this guy on this song
Who the hell does he think he is
I honestly feel bad for
realize at last
You found a love that you can keep
And only losers weep
So standing by you, tears aren't shed in vain
I said so
realize at last
You found a love that you can keep
And only losers weep
So standing by you, tears aren't shed in vain
I said so
heard me.
(Kwirk sighs in grief.)
LIMEY
Captain, where did you go? We?re 45 billion miles off course.
KWIRK
I?m still here, Limey. Lt.
think it's best to keep your thoughts within
You break
Why are we all put here, is no one wondering
We don't have time to think, no one is listening
Why,
The people at risk have underlying conditions
And what I hear is that people like me aren't worth panicking for
I promise you that death is not an underlying
realize at last
You found a love that you can keep
And only losers weep
So standing by you, tears aren't shed in vain
I said so
off of my mind
I can’t forget about what I’ve heard about you in the past
It’s like it haunts me every second like this just won’t last
My god but Cris
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
Diamond baugette bracelets for my lovers
Player, I use Cristal to lubricate rubbers
Who got shit on his wrist that cost 3 nickel
Who got the project
And more drunk drivers
To hit drunk pedestrians
They walk around here with two left feet
But warm milk and cold gat'll
Put yo ass to sleep
I'm in these
sometimes I feel it
STILL
But you aren't here
Still
I'm nothing on the outside
Crying on the inside
Cause I'm still in love with you
I'm nothing
aren't getting it
I'm coming from the struggle I survived and I'm still here
Used to bump trains that's two ways, I don't feel fear
I don't know trust,
feeling, I know it oh so well
You're reeled in by the millions
And rented cars to
Avoid the day that they throw more shells
I'm in the back observing,
oh you thought you were tough? Your life was rough?
Well I guess that means you're just a musical genius
Your only fans are other rappers who didn't
insists on a 10-36
This here's what you give 'im:
"Four, good buddy, I made me a study
An' I figger it's the dark a' the moon, son
It's half-past spring
You’re pretty
You’re pretty
You’re pretty cool
Looking at you
I like what you say and I like what you do
I like when you’re here and it’s just us
near
Your zero hour is here
(You're calling ME the “lunatic”! Wake up, now! Who do you think you are?)
Your zero hour is here
Forget where you've
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