Lyrics:
All my life I’ve been lookin’ for a payday
Day to day, there’s no strategy
I wanna be my idols but be a pioneer
And I feel like this been done before,
begin,
Count me in,
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."
When I arrive at Venus, it will surely be spring,
And the girl I
Listen
Little lady, this is just the worst way to spend your birthday
It's thirty degrees, Thursday
You work late, you was with a perv making
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
change is attainable, but you've gotta speak up and get noticed first
So I wrote this
To be honest I'm a little nervous about the whole thing
I am six years old in the back of my mother's car
And I will be seven in December
She will be gone by the beginning of next spring
And I will be
Another imprisioned year goes by
Another parole will be denied
Another prisioned is victimized
Another parole will be denied
The government and the FBI
Make
Hailie baby, your daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gon' write itself
I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself"
Then
(It's me and Kelly)
My bad lets try another room (I don't trust you)
Shut up slut chew up this mushroom
This will help you get in touch with your roots
to be the boss, lately I just been paying the price
You can't miss what you never had, hope I'm saying it right
Money coming in by the pound, it ain't
years
The instinct to help them, to be free, so free, and hold them as my own
I wish that I could show you just how welcome I feel inside this shadow
so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I
just what you do especially when
You live in this little town
Oh, but late in the evening
When he's all by himself
He takes down the picture
I just want to thank y'all for letting me get that off my chest...
This is Melrose by the way, in case you didn't know...
Now what's it like
There's this one little bird in the trees outside my door
And she's singing a song that goes right to the core
She says where will you go where will you be
the mask up kill for it
I'll whoop a fiend with a crushed grill
I'll bet his dumb ass will still blow it
Bullshit ain't nothing
I'm trying to get this
So when they're toxic like Britney Spears
I barely hear 'cause I just switch gears
You ain't never seen a rapper
Strike this much fear
Amongst his foes
Little bits of heaven
Floating gently by the window
Soon this dirty city will be
Covered with a new snow
Let's put on our winter boots
Go
begin,
Count me in,
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."
When I arrive at Venus, it will surely be spring,
And the girl I
collar, neck stays red
Benelli ready by my bed
Turned down so many deals
My occupation should be, "Damn"
River rat up in this mug
You couldn't block me with
That you'd longed for this day and that, oh, anyway
December came always too late
Don't you know that the snow is never as soft and as white as you think
It always happens late at night
Back against the wall But I couldn't fight
Waking up to a thought that I can't bear
Waking up to this beautiful
far too short to be granted to the modern god David Bowie by this universe
There are two men in my apartment right now cutting up walls with power
I told the same girls I would be the hot s***
One day
[Chorus]
This will be my world
I told you so
This will be my world
I told you so
This
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