Lyrics:
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Is what I do greater than how I view nature
Leave it to God if I know I’ll get at you later
Malcontent like Malcolm X a last crusader
Chill out like
way to show it as distant as
Last nights dream unravels
She's saving me
I'm a very lost soul
I was born with a hole in my heart
The size of my land
spilling and moving
With your balls hanging by a throttle
Looking mottle
Starting to bottle these feelings
Oh my god why do my balls wattle like a piano
I
I'm kissing you goodbye
For the very last time
So I'm kissing you goodbye
For the very last time
I should have known right from the start
You were
I'm kissing you goodbye
For the very last time
So I'm kissing you goodbye
For the very last time
I should have known right from the start
You were
I'm kissing you goodbye
For the very last time
So I'm kissing you goodbye
For the very last time
I should have known right from the start
You were
to face
A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant
Things are
Jimmy Kimmel: My guest tonight is a
21-time Grammy award winning performer
Who last month threatened his very existence
By threatening one
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour, nine AM
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife
to face
A bottle of red, a bottle of whites
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant
Things are
and the rocket sled itself got lunched!
By a famous mountain-in and his small, wooden wife.
Good bye to las vegas
Farewell to the lounges
We pulled a few
Looking back to when I was about 8 or 9
Sitting by the window for a very long time
I´m looking up at the moon, I´m gonna get there soon
I don´t need
and gave the bottle to his disciple, saying...
FATHER BILL:
Take this, Dino Sore, and drink from it, for this is the last of my Gatorade, the Gatorade
rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne
Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (me)
Slick like a gato, ya boy Jay-Z
My pops
break glass
They fucked Rodney King up and now it's they ass
So it's bottle rockets through the window
Kids that was never smoking endo
Fiends kicking
the very first time
Now he's doing horse, it's June, unh
Times
Times
It's silly, no?
When a rocket ship explodes and everybody still wants to fly
shadows on the wall
Shot in the dark
Please, calm down
Let's sit down by this last burst of fire
When did 'meant to be' become equal to some algorithmic
and needles
Pupil turned pedagogue benedicts into my dream
Beam in a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine
I pluck the pedals off a classic blood rose
East
Bro by my side we speak the truth I'll die by my words I'm the last rap martyr
Nigga please, I dominate MC's like JME man get crushed by my MC
on
It may be the very last time
It may be the very last time
Yeah
If I saw her passing by I knew that it would hurt
Playing love of my life alone in my
the bottle for the very last time
Now I'm by my self at home
And I can't seem to leave this Jack alone
Don't wanna remember
Where I was wrong
So I'm sitting
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine AM
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It's
Let love reign.
Bubble like a bottle of champagne.
Make it!
Pop, pop, pop.
Throw your guards down.
No pain.
Dance like.
This is a love campaign.
Make
Ladies and gentlemen, this is very hush-hush
Tonight the secret word is radio. R-A-D-I-O. Really
Really
They shootin' off bottle rockets
That's how
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