Lyrics:
E.D.I Amin]
Life in High Speed
F*** the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
F*** doin` time
[2Pac]
I live life High Speed
Slightly
Slightly Stoopid mashing up America
Like the music in psalms of King Solomon
Let it be heard by all generations
So tell me watta gwan all the youth rebellion
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
growin' up fucked up, I grew up with a mentally ill mother, so it's no wonder that I'm slightly askew,
Her fanatical religious views had me sittin' in pews
and she know my government
Hopped in the whip
Found a hole and I dug it in
Time passes by
Like the passage of time
Cause if he gotta die I need a Al la la
justu but yours lookin' floppy
Japanese could use a little bit of practice
Watched one show but i couldn't quite crack it
Full Metal lookin' pretty
growin' up fucked up, I grew up with a mentally ill mother, so it's no wonder that I'm slightly askew,
Her fanatical religious views had me sittin' in pews
hearted but I don't play fo the lions
Stayin by my lonesome ain't no point in no alliance
Aaron talkin to me tryna provide words of guidance
Let these lil
past man it's all the same
Hit that pedal to the metal tryna run away
I can't keep my head clear it is clouded
Full of guilt and surrrounded by the fog
While Dave, the Rave hit the rock 'n' roll riffs
Yours truly strummed away with a slightly limp wrist
On the road
Everyday is when I can't get used
and when
She came back up, she had a large sheet metal cutter
In her hand. "This is the best I could find." She was very out of breath.
"Here, you do it.
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
A-ha
Til I've exorcised my demons I'll be dancing with the devil
I'm a level headed motherfucker, pedal to the metal
I'm a rebel with a cause
I
the Rave hit the rock 'n' roll riffs
Yours truly strummed away with a slightly limp wrist
On the road
Everyday is when I can't get used to it
pseudo-conversational style
One beloved of As Told To ghosts it’s
Strange how everyone - sanctified
Soulsters and metal mutants alike
- winds up with
The same "voice"
Seymour
Eyes wide open
The neck was slightly dislocated
But then I walked up the street
There was
A repellent plastic
Said poster with a picture
"Do
Seymour
Eyes wide open
The neck was slightly dislocated
But then I walked up the street
There was
A repellent plastic
Said poster with a picture
"Do
punk enough
So that might make me punk
I don’t seem punk enough
To be punk enough
So I feel kinda stuck
I don’t have metal studs
Or leather duds
I’m not
the window frame in flakes and peels, and the hot metal in the room gave off its alienating, faintly acidic smell. I remember clouds drifting in, and I watched
anvil
Droppin' off the cliff on the head of that coyote
Gettin' chased by the blue bird, just like cody
Get it? Forget it
I'm up at autobahn
Walkin'
fashion
Im bashin
My brains in
Got a metal mallet
While I stand on silver pallets
As I sing my love ballots
To the gods of destruction
My limbs
Are
on the Chevy pedal
It's Rockstar, so you know I tote that heavy metal
And I'm from the ghetto, if you ever try me
I'll make sure yo ass hooked up to IVs
Your
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