Lyrics:
that of a giraffe, but you still had the head of a little kid?
What if your legs were so long one step was a mile?
Would you be stoked or just always
I swear I'm getting mighty pissed with all these goddamn terrorists
Acting like they just don't care 'bout how things oughtta be
Didn't they read
coming out of the flames here
And then they try and take a story out the papers
80 dead, not one more person locked away yet
And so and so
Still seeing
of a dream in the plot.
You gotta be grateful for what you've got.
Elections in the news, I was reading, how the enemy won.
Scrapped all the love, threw it in
of a dream in the plot.
You gotta be grateful for what you've got.
Elections in the news, I was reading, how the enemy won.
Scrapped all the love, threw it in
a cold sweat.
So fuck the what's next,
Go and cash your bad checks.
We're down and out baby, I don't care.
I wanna feel like a millionaire,
so lets
to Hollywood with a dream in hand
Of motion pictures the same attentions
As a milgram other kids start famous instant
Couple things they forgot to mention like
of the nation
In the state with the densest population
The Garden State, where the gardener wrecks it
I tell people where I live by the exit
Joisey, where
Outlaw all fracking
Come on, act like you love the earth
On his fourth day in the White House, the voters said to Joe
Pass the Green New Deal
I know you
Because I believe that we can find the surface
Even though it seems like this airplane is going down
Don't be afraid
It'll all be ok
You see they're
Could feel the sun about to rise,
When I realized we had nothing to fear
It's just me and my daddy and a kid named Cope,
Making music that nobody would
Could feel the sun about to rise,
When I realized we had nothing to fear
It's just me and my daddy and a kid named Cope,
Making music that nobody would
friends to higher standards
But out on Ellen's Quay a new crop of kids
Every year with louder voices
Well, trying to reach them
Is like sewing up
feel the sun about to rise
When I realized we had nothing to fear
It's just me and my daddy and a kid named Cope
Making music that nobody would hear
wax
Ah one new dance weh Chi Ching find again
Ah run the street and the lane and 'round di the bend
Way Up! Ah di name and di title
Done by
jobs and wives to feed
And gotta buy the kids new shoes
We don't care 'cause we're not there
We're gonna party til the cows come home
Kick back take off
Praying for these better days
Tryna meditate praying for these better days praying for my own
Lord please
They slam our dreams like its showdown
to be,
Whenever I pass him on the street, It's like he's laughing at my expense, He just sighs each time we meet, Cause the youth don't make sense,
out the whip
With weed smoke, fog enveloped both kids
Baggy pants, long haired D bags
Reached in the JanSport
Pulled out the ski masks
Xbox and pop were
you can tell somebody to tell somebody
That the next new thing is the same old thing
We came and we quickly left
We took what we could get
I guess
sells everything
And sex kills
Sex kills
Doctors' pills give you brand new ills
And the bills bury you like an avalanche
And lawyers haven't been
Shark
We're not the first, I know we're not the last
The kids will always take the rock away c'mon let's start today
Back to the streets where the kids are new
Love was around the corner from you
You played it well, like an old-time jive
Girl, I swear
I've never
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