Lyrics:
unfortunate
You had an alloy spoke Mongoose
And I had a Huffy
You owned a green machine
Three different lunch pails
I had a go-cart that I built from
she's home in the window
Waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair
When they wrestle her upstairs
Cause you know we ain't gonna come
Ah, I ain't
p-pump that
Pump that
Pump that bass
Motherfucker, say what?
Donald B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JD is on freebase
The boy
of intelligence
Hell of a thing for a cinema fiend
To dip into things
That can't be done by machines
I'll make it by whatever means
Whatever that means
I'm feeling
home
I used to be a citizen
Now I feel alone
Never seemed to fit
It always seemed off
Truth is a tight rope
That is often hard to walk
Across all
provin'
He's worth again
With hammer in hand he wins
Retreated to his home
Loki "died" by suicide and Odin
Sat back on the throne
Okay, let's take it back
no business
Dreaming of a place called home
Pick up the phone
When the motherland calls I can't hear that tone
But one day I will
Palm trees
a good Christmas
'Cause there's no, no place like home at Christmastime
La la la, la la la la
La la la, la la la la
Cozy up right by the fireplace
to be
Numbered, we calling screens community, anti-social media and insecurity
Soft smile of a stranger passing by, but recognize that hurt look in his
by the one who meant something
Forced to love
This place called home
Place called home
Sacrificed my dependence
In the hopes you'd be better in time
Movies, books, and social media speak to another dimension, but this real place the Bible thoroughly
Mentions
In this place called heaven, our spiritual
you've come back, oh, I'll die in this place
Mechanical cradle, synthetic embrace
You're a dying machine
You're a dying machine
The years go by, you
Good Morning boys and girls
Hi Mesus
Today we’re gonna talk about America
America, what’s that
America’s a place that existed long ago
I remember
be custard
Welcome to OJO, forget Lawma we de talk trash
Out here dem go ripp you, you complain you go chop slap
The place is for the strong, if you
tho
You are better all alone, though
I was the only real thing
You'd ever get
Now you fucking someone else
To the place we called home
You brought
become a miracle
And break free from these chains
We must be more than just machines,
So let them hear our hearts,
So let them hear our hearts
So let them
fun, large sons shooting machine guns
Population adjustment will be adjusted by an intellgent villain
Guerilla warfare killing
Amplifies, fear tears
a place"
Week in Talum, or week in Capri, or die right here
As long as you with me, I'll be at peace, huh
You was supposed to go back home then see your
close by so she called him on
the phone and let him know that she had made it home safe
("hey baby I'm home, love you")
But it was spoke too soon,
I'm the Odad that you can't forget
With di mic in mi hand, mi crew by mi side
Let's take a ride, I'll be your guide
Words start flowin like a lyrical
didn't wanna lie
He said the US thinks that we're the bad guy
So we have to live in a place called a reservation
Away from the land where we laid our
I try to be myself
By peeling off my skin
Go operation high
So I can feel again
The four walls haunt me now
And label me a freak
But are they really
thoughts keep dancin'
I count sheep, but nothin' happens
You not here, you must be laughin'
Every Saturday night, I take my Chances by Chanel.
And I smell
do
Antfan, there's a place you can go
I said Antfan, called the Antmusic Show
I said go there to Adam and the Ants
they can make you start new romance
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