Lyrics:
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Hundred years before
I let myself into room 2 and got undressed
I was sunburnt, contemplative and sore
And as I fell asleep by Gabapentin
I lay my head
you checked behind the tv?
There’s no room behind the tv
Have you checked inside the hot tub?
I don’t have a hot tub
Have you looked behind the sofa
close
So present
So happy to be here
So pleased by your terror
The abject shriek in your mind
The perfect silence
As you tried not to wake your parents up
Like Steve Harvey said If, you gone get it, you gone have to just jump!
A Diva want from a stripper pole to a tv role on reality tv
Went from a tv show
flamethrowers too
Fry you up
Like fish-sticks
I'm the face behind your mirror
I'm everywhere
I'm even in your room, in the air
That's just the master plan
You
But I won't give the other side none of the above for a buzz, but
Niggas selling out like a new pair of J's
Exclusive, 11 cool greys
Death by designer,
Why in life sometimes
We look around
But never look up
Role models they want to be like
Who they really see on the tv screen
But it's not what it
can't deny
And how you try to find a nasty way Pacify
Enough is enough but I don't wanna Pass her by
Catch you by your taxify like
What you gon do tonight
to be like
Who they really see on the tv screen
But it's not what it seems
It's much more in store for you
Forget standing on the block getting shot
It's
Don't tell those people
They don't want to know the truth
They're scared of going out home
Never breaking through
They love their warm room with
I don’t wanna wake up next to nobody else
I’d rather sleep by myself
I was thinkin’ I don’t wanna be alone
I was thinkin’ maybe we could be at home
Waking up in the hospital waiting room
All by myself, with the lights blinking
Heavy atmosphere
Only the TV is running
Local news shows a car crash
for these racist wars
A lie's fed by these TV whores
I know it's more to news fake the truth
We break through won't lose we move with Public Enemy
And they always wonder why
'Cause I put em' in a room and get em' so fuckin' high
Luda, I'm so true to smokin' that stanky buddha
My panky shinin' with
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working
Grass Roots
I've been a brother to sorrow
I've been surrounded by gloom
'Cause this hotel's got hot & cold runnin'
Heartache in every room
Cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold
Freezing, it was freezing in that hotel
I had no money, my special friend was gone
The TV set was busted so
wouldn't be cruel to you
Crawled to the loo, produced up vomit?
I just want it to be, just only
Just you me, just closely
Watching the TV on the Kodi
But now
and all.
The light from this TV can make it all look so easy.
It makes this room feel incredibly small.
Last call, last call.
Now I've heard it
It's twelve o'clock
The TV's on and I'm just sittin' around
I'm restless and blue but I
Can't figure out why
As the drunks on the park benches
Are
coyote town
Daddy falls asleep in the living room on the sofa with the TV on
Sometimes he waits for a phone call from me sometimes he waits too long
Only time we make it to the
TV if it's the news
We was tryna make it out them trenches
You dig?
Young niggas trappin' out them benches
You dig?
You gon'
with them
I travel the world, 360 degrees
These hoes get adrenaline
They come to my crib, see all the TVs on the walls and the rooms that I'm livin'
degrees
These hoes get adrenaline
They come to my crib
See all the TVs on the walls and
The rooms that I'm livin' in
Why talk to these women friends?
Cause
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