Lyrics:
be bad
Stop fakin' your shade, stop flexin' it
Your number's artificial and
I'm officially lit i don't know where I'm at
'cause this world is huge
Got
the flame
The Arsonist
Protector
Overseer
Burning the world
The Arsonist
Protector
Overseer
Burning the world
Arson, after all is an artificial crime
loose control oooooh... I loose control...
She gat me thinking...
Say this love n'a Natural one Ahy or e be Na artificial ah ah say this love n'a Natural
What you're making?
Fruit cake!
What you're baking?
Fruit cake!
Candy, cherries, red dye number two,
Green cherries?
Bring ones too!
It's
my house is an artificial tree
With artificial snow and artificial leaves
And hundreds of presents now surround it
But and artificial family sits
moves
In graphic wonders
Saying, 'I gave you
More than numbers'
Knowledge
Is a powerful database
Taken from the minds
Of the human race
It speaks in
Road did them numbers
I rather trap for I fuckin' beg
I'm bussing traps on a pedal bike
I got my man on the fuckin' pegs
We livin' life on the fuckin'
Willie in that Hummer
Keep it simple stupid means numbers
Payola dough white owned black radio
Runnin' on empty help go the desperado
So I bomb
phone number without the
Need to purchase a separate hardware system
There are many advantages of a
Virtual phone system and choosing the right
One for
So soon it come, so soon it will change all things
But for now, we bank, log on, in hopes that we will find
Watching numbers steadily climb
Given
Said, "I've been to the Opry and I'm going back again"
We met the owner in a little office there
And a big fat fella with some artificial hair
He told
Said "I've been to the Opry and I'm goin' back again"
We met the owner in a little office there
And a big fat fella with some artificial hair
He told
dey are superior
And dey put inna circle to spoil your time once more,
Babylon a reduce human being to a number,
Take you like a criminal cause you
the night, I'm in Bentley truck
This how it look when you step it up
My brothers get in ain't no stopping us
Chop Boyz number 1 ain't no topping us
Oh no
She
number one
Cinnamon candy, made in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
Reading the ingredients list, I discover four different descriptions of sugar, five different
nothing artificial in the scene
Why does instant love not fill you up
The numbers say it surely is enough
Why does the feeling fade so fast
Oh how come
You say that you, you say that you love me
I'm your number one so ain't no one above me
Pull up to yo crib we get to touching
Got some insecurities
militants
It's time to overthrow the government, for the love of our country
America has under went a number of injustices
Corrupt puppets under
grin
Said, "I've been to the Opry
And I'm goin' back again"
We met the owner in a little office there
A big fat fella with some artificial hair
He told
You may not believe it's true, but we are doomed
We start to dream in numbers, we got the night time blues
Our bodies vanish from the
Streets
artificial waterfall
I'll go see a warlock in a dyin town If I can pony up maybe they can conjure me down
where i can get myself an ear for music and an eye
to the number two division
Sellin bootleg movies, got my VCR on a ove' smove'
Be at Fat Tuesday's, drinkin tropical it's just sittin
At a table with
the true and living
Beware the new world order, the Devil's new religion
Sent my homey to the number two division
Sellin' bootleg movies, got my VCR
and nothin' hurts
A hundred words coming up with what'll have your bubble burst
We can just fuck, you don't need to take my number first
Gettin' right to it,
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