Lyrics:
of nothing with a scratcher and our hope
With two old guitars like a shovel and a rope
Rock of Ages, cleave for me
Let me hide myself in Thee
Now I
to even crawl behind
You think there's nothing above you
Just a sky of lies
You don't believe in blue skies
So you burry yourself there's a shovel by your
all alone, she plays, well... anything she likes
A lullaby about a llama, with a dish and spoon
Followed by a ditty called Alpacas on the Moon
Sweet
he's six feet under outside of Birmingham
Well Jimmy and the devil probably doing alright
And she'll be in Hollywood by Saturday night
So, it's black
gear)
A bag packed full of hiking gear
Some booze to help suppress my fear
A rope, shovel, Black plastic bags
Chalk and then a hunting knife
Hours,
Sharing smoke out by the waters edge
I've got the keychain
To commemorate the day
I keep it hung up on my rear view mirror
It's a souvenir
It's
Birmingham,
Pullin’ that sweat potato vine.
Cast iron statue in the rear view,
Traded that shovel for a ride.
Fire and Forge,
Vulcan’s hammer upon my head.
I'm blind by the light
And high as a kite
55 kilos is still kind of light
5 foot 7 is no kind of height
As long as I'm driven I'll make it through
(The ceiling falls about me)
Coming from beneath the floor (and the sky is open to me now.)
But my hands are tied
and the ropes are tight around my
going down, not falling off never
I'm way too clever, they dig me like shovel, I pull some strings in this bitch like a lever
Top rope like I'm Neville,
entered with is not who ima exit with
By my lonely only built for Cuban links the rope is on me
Different Montanas you can turn into like Joe or Tony
Psycho by Xavier Graves and I'shawn
It's just that hard, yuh, yuh
Life is short, gang! Death is long, ooh
Steven is fat
And I know you wanna hear me
the pain
Having no money come my way
But now I'm making money even when I sleep
Eyes wide awake, but I really need a dream
We hustle, hustle
I go by Weezy,
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
to start to alter things
Nutrition can be a bitch working shifts in the kitchen
Dishing out different dishes bewitched by the shit you're missing
I stare
and my soul
In the graveyard you start to work your dirty deeds
You tie my hands together
And you pull a rope around my feet
You take a shovel
Keep digging
Dropped my shovel
Won't slave on my grave
Popped my bubble
I'll prey for the day
Got no worries
I'm smooth, I'm straight
Tops not worried
No hurry, I
out a moan
Would burn every single poem I wrote just to reach home
Feel a rope around my neck tight wrip grip no slack
then I hear a whipe make a loud
Oh, got my hands tied around my back
And time put a rope around my head
And hung from the rafters of my fear
Dark in the eyes
Try and face
Fuck all you bitches stay talking around
God of the night I got skin by the pound
Creep in the dark and I cannot be seen
Drinking the blood I've
'Cause the churning of the rope is my battle song
S-s-settle up with the devil, close the basement door
Full force on the shovel and unearth the floor
of the rope
Is my battle song
Settle up with the devil
Close the basement door
Full force on the shovel
And unearth the floor
You we're there one day
Dead! I want 'em all dead!
Ayo, they left me for dead
Amongst the roaches and the maggots
I can still remember shovels
Spillin dirt above (this
I’m finna act a mother fucking fool, cause I made it
I made it by God’s Grace
I made it by God’s Grace
I made it by God’s Grace
I made it by God’s
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