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Eatin' Dust

Fu Manchu

(Godzilla's) Eatin' Dust

1998

The road demon sees
Spinnin' last four speeds
Convoy says lets roll
Inner state, time to go

King of the mountain screams
Pedal down, seven three

in rotation, that's too bad 'cause I'm stressing
By now it's 1:30 a.m., eleven Percocets just entered me
Fifteen minutes from this second I'll be

I was staring out the window

My thoughts dancing on the wind

Thinking of the future

And the things that could have been

Twenty-four and all alone

Let me tell you about a girl I know
Had a drink about a hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown hell
She heard a noise and she

Typ nie krzyczy chwdp a kiedy pies pyta co wie
To prosi tylko panie władzo puść mnie
Już nie mamy szczeniackich przywilejów
A po 20 parę lat więcej

łyk
Sywrukcóry kochają mój pijacki szyk
Pijacki szyk
Pierdolę to wszycho (Twenty-four-sziedem, baby)

that stupid shit

Rollin' in my deuce deuce 5
convertible top down so I can see the honeys passin' me by
it's a beautiful day in my neighborhood
but 5

losing the same

Life is bitter, a kiss could be so sweet
I've got a tattoo inside my eyes for a girl I'll never meet

Turned four times and was twenty

like I was
at the end the world had me by the roach clip/ until
my ghost is countin dead roses its over close it that
the bidnosis/ hits is hypnosis

12 o'clock – picking girls up
Holla at me, trust us, baby, we know what's up

1 o'clock – we hit the club
We're 20 people movin' in like: “What!!

her head down
I'm off a four of Hi Tech
I'm 'bout to go to bed now
Told your bitch to come over, bitch
Come over now
I treat your bitch like a dog, tell

the journey is nuts
20 breh's upstairs, rollin' herb on the bus
Rhymin' cyphers with a lighter, we're burnin' it up
'05, slow grind, no one makin' P
Verse

"Well what about my future? Can I make it last?"
He said, "You're rich by the time your twenty-four
But you're gonna be alone sad, begging at her door"

sayin' is real
I'm livin' a verse ever since 9
11 I've been livin' and lurkin'
Don't cross my path cause you
Don't want the outcome
By Any Means Necessary

twenty-fours (I do)
I ain't missin' a day (No, I ain't)
I'm whippin' that white girl (Okay)
Call me Mr grain
Came through registration, I was so late
(Okay,

Verità senza semplificarle (oh, uh-uh)
Gemi la gira gente, per ogni fake, frate', una rima a parte (fake, yeah)
Twenty Four Seven like Tina Turner, yeah

Humvee
Twenties hit the deck
Ain't no telling where my hun be
Till she hit the set
I coast the city streets
Middle of June the city heat
Got my sidity

in Douglas
When we got outside some mangy mad Manx men mugged us
They took all our cash; four pounds twenty six
A drug dealer approached us hearing

Freddy

Fredo

Top Boy: A Selection of Music Inspired by the Series

2019

we're spending a twenty
The woman, she'll never forget me
My youngin' in black, messy
Yeah, I just got the wap in, heavy
Them drops are holding horses

the talk of the town
Yeah, I'm in a sick dream
I don't know what this shit means
But by the end of 2016
Niggas gotta pay twenty if they need a sixteen

of spawn trapping
She sells sea shells on the sea shore, no
He sells weed scales and a P4, yeah
He sells details, swiping the law
Deets, AKA credit card

Weight of Sound

Stick Figure

Burial Ground

2012

she's not feeling alright

Twenty four hours can be a long time
To be lying in bed from the previous night
I'll sit here and drink myself a beer
All

niggas still ridin'
Claim they want beef when I seen 'em they lying
Ride by myself with a hundred twenty rounds
Draco, .40 Glock 'n' a pocket rocket

on the clock from spinning 'round
Could you slow time down?
Please just slow time down

You give me twenty four good hours every day
Lord I let way too many