Lyrics:
Well the poet is stuck in the mud
And the dreamer is finding his way home from the stars
And the visionary's watching his feet
'Cause
Shits all fucked up
This shit gets deep
6 feet deep
Life is straight, strugglin', this shit strifin'
Just try to make a meal ticket
I never
down our feet
I want to live my feelings day by day
I like to give emotions, in my way
But I don't know if its the right day, for this words
Now I
GO!
So you're still the same
There's nothin' left in me
Do you really think that we can save this now
Get off your feet and really do something
See the room about half empty
Singles by the bar
And the room filled with stale smoke
From the owner's cheap cigar
Same one line pitches
Salesman's
in UFOs and who can blame her when the stars are hanging
Overhead, dangling by a thread, floating ten thousand feet off the ground...
(This was
When I was sixteen I knew everything
Opportunity grew on trees
I taste 'em, waste 'em
And do it all again
Ten feet tall, invincible, I fell
became the same by a different name
Ya forgot to change your calendar 10 years in a row
Now ya can't find the pace of the new game
I play it like
Gimme skin behind my legs and arms
And see me glide
Just 'cause it's not soaring
Doesn't mean it can't be flight
10 feet from tree to tree
Is
[Chorus]
Shatterproof, who woulda thought that the edge of the earth
Is underneath you feet right where you stand
I can see land from the crow's
head straight to my rag six-tray
Made a right on Gage and spotted me a rag sixty-four
Hit the front switch jumped four feet off the floor
The fool
they step not knowin Eyedea's rep to leave 'em swept
Up off they feet, the contest always ends like this:
-Your cheap flimsy chump style ain't worth
Swept upon my doorstep, shadows falling at my feet
Oh my, oh my, oh my
He asks me for my money then throws me toward the street
I'm slipping
open
Open place that I feel free is by the ocean
I got my people, I'm chilling, they know I'm on shit
I tell somebody my problem, they say enough shit
the flight I be
Up all through the night
What it's like? it's cool
I be doing what I do for you
I'm in the street's 'til my feet hurt
Ayo Dizzy I got it if you
of olden times
Finer than fine in LA, happens all the time
Matter of fact there go 10, 11, 12
Twelve of the most top-shelf
Bad bitches on earth, who else?
our origin's based on who come hard
I'm cornerin'
My line of work? (bodying)
Don't say a word (swallow him, you follow me?)
6 feet, I dig deep
It's
of fools
Nice people who
Couldn't keep a secret
No-one can keep you small
Be bulletproof and 10 feet tall
An island
Population: one
No one can hurt you
and move your feet, feel the beat in your soul
It's better, better, better, better in the sun (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Forever, ever, ever, ever having fun (oh
Company Of The Bar LYRICS by Daniel Heptinstall
Hey Johnny come back to me
You're the roaming kind and you're rolling free
Hey Johnny come back
scales and number nine
If we put our phone on flight mode, we'll be done by nine
Music pays, it's kind of aight
I still wanna shot of Miley Cy', huh
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