Lyrics:
bones
Are like a rusty old plow
These cigarettes eyes are
'Bout to burn out
But they're still doing better
Better than my heart
These whiskey worn lips
hair done, nails done
(I slay) toes out
Hold up! I thought a bit with no edges said something
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A cigarette break in the park
And your three favourite classes
All of them after dark
And so the Steve McQueens
Believed they were bigger than the
Fall
Rusty
hits the pad
More passion in the punchlines than liquor in ya dad
See you chillin with a stack mattafact gimmie that
You gon have to bring the cavalry
we weren't apart
I think that we couldn't find a better place to start
Than in this downtown neighborhood
Held together by nails and wood
Where
know I wear my heart on my sleeve
And it’s bristling with rusty nails
And I hang my body off of this precipice
And I’m here in this room and I switch
I'm no Bella Donna
I'm not some blonde Madonna
I spit blood like Black Dahlia
And I live in cloaks of darkness
Danger tastes like a rusty nail
Sharp
The pulse to listen slips in soil cloaked in vision hits the nails and ends the coffin
No statistics x and y could never really do the best to be the buoyant
loser, abuser, there's few to say
I think I'm losin' a huge fuckin' screw in my brain
Yet I have proven that you ain't gonna ruin me
With all your stupid,
went so far left that he came full circle
No bullets in the revolver left (left)
Been at the cross, with the tall nails (tall nails)
But I'm at peace
Yeah, I told this story many times but I have to get it off my chest yeah
I had a pretty normal childhood with some hateful pokes at my mistakes, I
poke you more
Than get in acupuncture
I never had a jumper, but I'll shoot the tre
And I'm a great shot
You'll get a face shot if you don't move away
shift, can't catch my drift
Put more than interest in this gift
Major fatigue but I'm still lifting and eye Won't stop til 1MC winning a ship
Up North like
disease
Can you hear the freedom bells?
Can you see the rusty nails chipping away out on the coffin?
Approach with caution, hallelujah, amen, amen
I was
coasting bird that dreams of becoming
more free, even, than thata feather, finally, or
a piece of air with lightning in it.
she has taken a woman lover
one all
In all, they gave me magazines, tea
Some better soap than the prison's soap
An earphone radio, and extra chow
There's Chris
Who gave me
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
I's thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said,
than yours
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind
the neighborhood shorty
Told us that he saw a man in his late forties
Creepin', plantin' drugs in our friend's pocket
Sallow complexion, a damaged eye socket
rims way bigger than yours
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you ridin'?
I'm back back
Look at me
Better than ever
Capitol B
I was never this clever
Plus plus
I come from the dust
Clutching the rusty trigger
Up till now you
than popping bottles trying to ball in the club
Is the first caveman pops with his son, ball and a club
What's better than paper is balling it up
5 Hey 5
M4L
The ClanTag
Ye Ye
This get deep babyboy so don’t ask me who am I
Knee high in the streets way deeper than you and I
Good Vlone look
to the shelter now
I'm begging you to show me how
To forgive you in the Autumn
Its better left forgotten
As I watch you wait,
Disappearing
So stuck with your
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