Lyrics:
My home syndrome
You think it's so damn easy with the keys in your hand
Erase the stories that you kept from your old man
You've got no rhythm when
turn mean and cold
Those not afflicted with it are affected just the same
You poor old men didn't have to grin and say "i feel your pain"
Pms blues,
keeps brothers
Smothered under deep covers
Erotic programs, Moet and slow jams
Enough to make you hold hands
And plus you a bold man
You fall in
a blanket
Oh great now the kid
Next door is dribbling
No peace and quiet
Need a reminder quick
That Murphy's law
Is always in effect
Crotchety old man
Up in
"What do you think is going on here?"
The old man said from his chair
"Do you think this is anything new? Now look here son
This is just like it was
The lion and the wolf
Old gods and the new
Battle of the bastards
Trying to break through
A back and forth pendulum
We can't seem to stop
down
i'm a man
but im built like a horse from the waist down
people are afraid of me
but act like they love me
feist your eyes upon my nudity
I am
God I've got something to tell you
You're going to grow up to be a thug
Your face will soon develop the syndrome
You're just a chip off the old block
they hit us with tax
And insurance if we live to be old, what about now?
So stop being controlled, we black zombies
Walking talking dead, though we
though
On second thought, I'm like a letter man though
Let the craft evolve catch a little syndrome
Shootin' through your vains, vibratin' though
And the wind turbines
Blow birds at our feet
The syndrome grows like weeds
Father weeps
I hear him at nighttime
Goes out beyond the pines
Sits by
ask
For reparations, then they hit us with tax
And insurance if we live to be old, what about now?
So stop being controlled, we black zombies
this childhood memory
Of my old man screaming from the driver's seat
To turn away from an unfolding horror,
But he could not undo what I had seen.
We
I'm an old man with delusions of grandeur
And I got relevance depravation syndrome
A well-inflated sense of entitlement
And you got why I can't just
'cause now I'm all based out, ma dukes
(kid capri)
Oh man I like the way that's going down
Now why won't you do is kick a little freddie foxx
(freddie
doesn't pay.'"
"I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth."
"President Franklin D. Roosevelt stricken late today."
"Who's
Death syndrome injected
The taint of chaos spreading throughout the world
Poisoned saliva, sulphuric acids burn
Evil breeding in the mind of man
Syndrome of bluebird Man
그때보다 화려한 날 없어 100%
우린 여전히 Air Max
& 검은 스냅백
우린 여전히 Air max
& 검은 스냅백
We were Snapback kids
E-O E-O E-O E-O
We were Snapback kids
E-O
sandals
Leave your brain all chunky like I'm advertising soup from Campbell's
Bowl legged old man give me props, all I do is buy 'em a bottle
Hit 'em
a thong
—
Sooner or later we will all fall down
I feel so much for you I drown
—
But I am old enough to know what love is
—
Anyway, what was I saying?
Oh
What do you think is going on here the old man said from his chair? Did you think this is anything New now look here son. this is just like it was
man syndrome, goin' hard
Napoleon tear your bone apart
I need a bad bitch like Joan of Arc
No time for a lonely heart
Too many ghosts here, where
Love is nothing to me,
And I tell you what I mean.
We fall in love, we fall apart,
It's the same old fucking scene.
Love is nothing to me,
down
I'm a man
But I'm built like a horse from the waist down
people are afraid of me
But act like they love me
Feist your eyes upon my nudity
I am
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