Lyrics:
living for the when is never that bright
When will very soon be consumed by the night
By the fright by what is deemed right
Or supposed to be call it false
spend their every night, uh
Here we are sharing a space with them
Grad tripping, trying to avoid tripping up on a nightly basis
Pre-gaming by the pool
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
I'ma tell you a story at the
End is where is begins
Two men walkin' down the street with
Pistols gripped to their hands
Murder on their mind it's
who did not fight
Brought tales of old to light
My Rocinante sailed by night
On her final flight
To the heart of Cygnus' fearsome force
We set
potato hop the toad
Grey the skies that bode
Oh so well, for adventure is owed
Life's a debt
We repay by living
Givin' thanks for thanks giving
Fillin'
a mountain that we really want to climb
The road is hard, hard and long
Put down that two by four
This man would never turn you from his door
Oh George! Oh
baby girl
And you are my world
Don’t forget this
Nobody is above you
You’re the owner of my heart
And I love it this way
Dear baby girl
I thought I knew
it's the only way their gonna respect us
If it's this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time
Know we gone, how they sleep at night if
this life with just a whole load of ice
Still, the scariest time is goin' home in the night
I gotta keep my eyes so open and wide
Just in case they
But God in all his wisdom
Busted through a maiden head
The apostles visit now and then
But I can't get their hands uncurled
By the spikes hammered
who did not fight
Brought tales of old to light
My Rocinante sailed by night
On her final flight
To the heart of Cygnus' fearsome force
We set
Our pockets are empty
But our hearts' solid gold
And the city tells
A story this evening
The night is lit up
By coloured lights
On the trees
to hell's gates
'Cause there Is nothing at stake
America murda' sucka's six feet deep to their grave
Tryna put money on their daughters plate
Hustla' with
always hangs up the phone
No one likes hearing the truth, unless they figure it out all on their own
Like Crosby's last words, that night in Monterey,
an orchestra behind me
But I will do my best
As a solo artist tonight
I stayed up all night last night
Wondering what I might say to
This august assembly
they can all get fucked
Commin' over the first hill
I felt my body jerk
The attendant did not strap me in
I'm sure that I am gonna die
This is my last
Staying up all night
They be saying their prayers with no lights
They be staring at mama right in her eyes
Hold me tight baby this maybe the last
This is the story of the Liberty Of Norton Folgate
Old Jack Norris, the musical shrimp and the cadging ramble.....
A little bit of this, would you
only see before them being prevented by the chains from turning their heads around
Above and behind them, A fire is blazing the distance
They see only
'Cause I'm making money quicker
Than I can count, it don't diminish
Crypt is vicious
God as my witness, I will win this
I'm battling myself like an
Inner
this bitch on the beach last night
This bitch was talking 'bout how her pussy was hurtin'
Bitch I don't give a fuck, let that shit burn bitch I still
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
stay sharp and they leave their mark
And everything you've built, fuckin' falls apart
If you made it this far
You're right back where you start
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