Lyrics:
small life
That's just the way it is
I been debt and confused
For so long it's not true
Death rays burn the air conditioning
Death rays burn
all seems foreign
But I loathe to recommend
We start over and find a proper end
Or at least something with air conditioning
Hang on, Stanley i have
Without the help of any air conditioning
No faxes or phones ... leave my Day-Timer home
I need a vacation
I've got fax-modem, e-mail, beeper, cell phone,
Black Heart on The Table
words and music Chanell J. Wilson music Hank Poetiqbeetz Marshall
Verse 1
This is my Life, My Song Conditioning, It's So
(I live in bad condition but
Bad condition, bad, bad condition but
I live in bad condition but I got my conditioning
I live in bad condition but
receding bruh i think i need plugs
These floors are so fucking cold i swear we need some rugs
Wintertime no air conditioning we huddle for warmth
Summertime
sexting
Ha ha O-M-G l-o-l K-I-T Smiley faces X and O's L-M-F-A-O
My girl went through my cell phone
My girl went through my cell phone
My girl went through
here to adhere to what I hear the realest state
So listen mate through thick and thin it's sink or swim in this race
Till it's erased, conditioning's
cell and I got 24 with a L
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
24 with a L
Get in
excel (Cell)
But I'm stuck summin' up numbers in Excel (Cell)
Tightness in my arteries I need to exhale (Cell)
I'd rather be on the cover of Double-X-L
You no fit talk
Man dey suffer him no fit talk na conditioning
They say a problem shared is a problem casted
This one e go need broadcasting
This
already know that I'm going to hell
I look in the mirror like "Fuck it, oh well"
Free all my homies that is
In the cell, cell, cell, cell
Pull up with
after hearing this song
I see airplanes spraying shit on my town
Television being used for conditioning now
No one even speaks about it like it isn't
effects
Burn, burn TV burn
We are the willing victims
Burn, burn TV burn
TV : Drug of the nation
I want it more
I always want it more and more
I
back
If she had had big eyes for a bigot as I
See it, man is a product of his conditioning
And the social forces which mold his
Morality and conduct -
and ambitious
Anxiety ambushes the air cushion, and I can't lift it, so I
Aim for the bushes, and leave the rest to be written
Human condition is conditioning
Gas pack did my brain like rotisserie chicken
I got brain cells Missin
I got brain cells Missin
I GOT BRcIN CELLS MISSIN
I GOT BRcIN CELLS
I GOT
rested eyes
Uprisen erect, and steadfastly I gazed
To recognise the place wherein I was
In Canada they don't have air conditioning
And in Canada I don't
a free man, but still feels locked up
As a result of social conditioning
He actually has something to say but no one is listening
Chorus x2
...You should
blame for conditioning.
Reality's created by ourselves, We're to blame for our problems.
Cells of our shells, merge with the earth, Becoming
Just wait till they spin out
My flow rotisserie
There ain't no dissing me
I've been conditioning
To the state of the world
And I'm pissed ya'll
me?
I'm the face you always see
You've been stuck in a lift
In the belly of a whale
At the bottom of the ocean
The smell of air conditioning
Myself again
I will become
Cause I have nothing to prove
Let me breathe you in, so I breathe out
I've been shifting cells beneath my skin
I'm wiping
listening
`Cause every pimp knows operant conditioning
Bitch went to college just to get that pussy polished
I'm fucking every race, slavery's abolished
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