Lyrics:
Tom Waits - 16 Shells From A 30.6
Plugged sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
And the Black Crow snuck through a hole in the sky
So I spent all
circles in my head
Day by day, I'm getting by
And I'll watch the sun come out and burn a hole right in between your eyes
Day by day, I'm doing my time
defeat as in victory
Slow days like mules
Humping and slagged and sullen and sun-glazed
Up a road where a madman sit's
Waiting among bluejays and wrens
hot like I'm fuel
You're running behind you mule
I'm just chilling in the pool
While you're acting like a fool
I wasn't gonna get out of bed
But I had
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
brought in from by bad Colombian mules
Gorgeous women that I draped down in jewels
Streets fight started, mafia wars in Italy
Crime fam against fam
brought in from by bad Colombian mules
Gorgeous women that I draped down in jewels
Streets fight started, mafia wars in Italy
Crime fam against fam
or the chick I'm with
And I was supposed to clock in at 8:30
Shit
With a bunch of missed calls from my bosses boss
Saying clearing out your office cause your
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
beats by Dre (on God)
You can get hit by K (K)
K hit you, that's your last day (day)
Glock 27, that's bae (21)
Stick the 30 in it, had a baby (yeah)
and my k
You wanna fucking fade, Better watch what you say
Just a 30 second fade, Got you screaming may-day
Money in the bank, Got you saying hey Twain
Yeah, (yeah man) Yeah!
(cight let's do it man, c'mon) One two and ah
Can I kick it? Well ah, yes you can
Can I kick a hole in the speaker and then
When I be down in my zone
You don't know where I go
I be digging in my hole
I accomplish by my own
It's my city, it's my home
It's ma tone, it's ma
Intro: 6:30 on the clock homie on the block, hoping for a deal I gotta broke, I was chilling and smoking all day, but things done change now I'm down
the Outcasts
Poem for my 43rd Birthday
The Genius of the Crowd 4: 30 am
The Simplicity of Everything in Viet Nam
The Night They Took Whitey the Japanese Wife
Training generation fallout
Waterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl out
There's smoke in my iris
But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids
So
can disobey
The freedom I will grant
The cage in which you stay
And that's how I control
My drug of choice - decay
With freedom in a hole
on Spidey's wild ride
And the hills stood up in a great big 3
And left me whipped by the forces that were inside me
Loud as the ocean, cold as a desk, red
Life, what the f*** is life for n****s like us?
Been waking up to another muthaf***in' day
I'm the type of soldier,
A n**** that seen
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggas
That
in front of the brawn
Six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn
Each withered his mule-ish days to choose his tool of trade
Dueling blades that
my mind in two colds
Keep the world in two holes in my head just oppose
I cited murder flows, on the low I contra flows the way that its supposed to be
right
Got him in the Hell hole
Livin at the speed of light
Prayin that the time fly by so
He can see the light
See his kids meet a wife
All over a key
world.
I'd sold my mule and bale of hay
These shoes left, tattered and worn
They'd carry me to heaven or they'd walk straight to a hole
I didn't see
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