Lyrics:
It ain't hard to tell, I excel and prevail
The mic comes in contact with the third rail
My raps react
They attack the wack just like a maniac
With
sing my rock n' roll song
Roll on
Never looking back
Roll on
Keep going down the track
Roll on
Like a maniac
Roll on
In a Pontiac
I'm just rolling
crawling back
Charlie is a monster (You love her so much)
She's got you on strings (You can never give her up)
Charlie is a maniac (You need her so much)
flat
Babylon poison we'll overcome
Guided by love
Babylon poison give no rest
Infects our blood
Babylon poison we'll overcome
We conquerr our freedom
You
At the end of the path
Waiting for the bloodbath
Gun in my backpack
I like pretty colors
I'm a maniac
I like taking cover
I'm a psychopath
I like
Music by 10,000 Maniacs - Lyrics by Mary Ramsey
Shards of glass cut through my gaze
Broken streamers hanging at my legs
Drunk and giddy full
cash in my mattress
I been here for a while, dog I'm well established
I'm dope like A$AP Rocky or Zoe Kravitz
Aw yeah, and they hate on what they can't
Well I've opened up my veins too many times
And the poison's in my heart and in my mind
Poison's in my bloodstream poison's in my pride
I'm after
bright, he's the light
Good or bad we'll die o
So make we no forget o yeah eh eh eh
Maniacs in Nigeria commit homicide
Two faced they're beast in disguise
Killers in the street we be Maniacs
Strap on my hip and it stay attached
Nights get scary and you get attacked
Your breath too hot do you need
Oh, Father You've been my friend
Now that I'm in trouble
Stand by me to the end, oh, oh
I want You to stand by, stand by
Well, all of my money
can tell
Maybe you can touch the taste by the sense of smell
Who's to say that heaven ain't in hell?
Can this be hell? Oh well, oh well, oh well
Boom boom the maniac is in the room
And not to argue with the
Kids about what they consume
Not the drugs not the ciggarettes
Rap like they cacoons
Not
and a stu but he stuck ina job
He barely get by, he always get high, he sayin' he not, he know it's a lie
But fuck it he live in denial with pride that
in front of me
Showing me that the reality
Is twisted by the lack of sanity
This place is such a crazy fact
That everything is alright
Everything is
down niggas in broad day if the pays nice
Clips is clappin trigger trippin niggas sippin in here liftin smith n wessons nigga listen
Or we'll leave yo
Wake up in the morning go to work
Fire up the truck and drive to Sonoma
Hop on the forklift and load up the truck with 10,000 pounds of newspapers
Oh, Father You've been my friend
Now that I'm in trouble
Stand by me to the end, oh, oh
I want You to stand by, stand by
Well, all of my money
And these are suicidal thoughts of a maniac
Of a maniac
Man this isn't my problem
This is not the way I'm gonna solve it
If you got ideas, come and run it by
though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I'm goin' to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail
execution this our verdict for killers
Verdict for maniacs
He has to be tortured with knives by us
(For the) Crimes had made
He has to be executed in gas
Wake up in the morning go to work
Fire up the truck and drive to Sonoma
Hop on the forklift and load up the truck with 10,000 pounds of newspapers
touch the taste by the sense of smell
Who's to say that heaven is in hell
Can this be hell, oh well, oh well, oh well
Escaping reality?s touch, yeah
Yeah
Krept, Kone
Rita, I see you
Poison
Look, I can get you hot right now
Said he can but he can't like me
Have you taking off your top right
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