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The Fine Print

King Geedorah

Take Me to Your Leader

2003

boney hoes

Lonely like cheese and baloney only
I could've broke my "sacro-philly-ac" (sacroiliac)
Silly grind, Billy Jack, illy nine milli black
Listen

cured by a crippling disease 

I've been wandering without wondering 
I've seen many shades of blue 
All this talk about seeing the light 
Never meant

died for nobody else, than the man himself 
I won't turn back now, too late for that 
Would rather die standing than stranded in a state of black

feel em all watching
Lurking for a soul in the house of the haunted 
Playing on a Ouija board black magic spell
Opening the portals of heaven & hell
It's

Views that I have
Loading screens are things of the past
So I'll point out how I'm trapped and sad
Wasting money on beats that I can't
Preform on
Life

There's serotonin in my veins got an analog drip
Up up down down analog trip
She's rollerblading in my dome
Shifting things through my head
She's confusion

"Can you get it up?" i clarified
"The only thing that I ain't give is a fuck"
I'm dominated by approachable style
It's in my nature and while plenty

At 12, we started seeing bodies
By 15, we got used to hearing about them
I mean death keep happening how I'm supposed to react
I found a nigga I grew

Verse 1:
Can't seem to shake these thoughts in my head,
All the memories of the things you said,
Thought you were the one that would ease my pain,

with your girls
You say fuck your man though
Two jobs puts the wishing living by the bando
No I'm not dissing, I know you can handle
Big girl go, go, get

Yeah baby
Fancy seeing you here
I done leveled up, I see hell the mountain tops
I feel I'm Truman backing out when the star dropped
I questioned

to be roped by demons/ 
My own misleading I found hope in being hope believing/
That people seeing my achievements wouldn’t know I’m pleading/
Mercy oh

It be expiration dates on seeing good in me
I be too affected by the shit I couldn't see-ee-ee, ay
My boys out the hood, ain't no Cuba Gooding, Jr.
I

call Moses, this is ridiculous
I say, "Fuck you!"
She approach with the fist up
We in rush hour eyes black like Chris Tuck
Only way i fix this here, get

all I do is try)
(Oh, oh)
Seeing your bros turn there back that gon turn your heart black
I don't wanna go back but they want me off track
Gotta write

say be weary of the lonely nightcrawlers
Seeing shit clearly now, if I'm being honest
Things I really hate about myself are in the gauntlet
Hurting

like I'm going fast
How annoying's that?
I'm so cold I got the?
Im on the road in them Jordan packs and
Im damn sportin black laces in em
And my Louis