Lyrics:
Sun is out I'm feeling good
You feeling me
I wish you would
Feel it deep inside my bones
Never ever ever coming home
Neva Eva
Serotonin summer camp
Uh 7xve
What's good, Skeese? Heh
Shoes cost the old project unit apartment
View from the office is over the garden
Doing mad deals like it's part
odds.
We cling so closely together
Because we have little other than ourselves.
Critics say that it's just punk rock or that we're just naive
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
the trunk
And when it's time to rock a mic I won't be no punk
I bring death to the evil and power to the people
My name ain't Steve Miller but I Fly
hunter
Im off a 8 of wock daily gettin good night slumber
Tshh tshh bitch im high as hell
Horchata backpack boyz smoke it by the bale
The green things
People and Good Vibrations
Festival Time
Festival Time
Festival Time
Festival Time.
Festival Time
Festival Time
Summer Time
Any Time
Dis here Time
the mood then we’ll hit reset
Summer time dazing
Living life like a vacation
Couple drinks I ain’t chasing
Whiskey rye I’ll take like five
Got my friends by
getting choked
I'm a no good freak, tweak skin like rashes
I lose a little love with everyday that passes
Ain't a masotistic, rock statistics,
left me in the summer of '89
A very good year
Crack cocaine sales rose in every hood here
'Til you got knocked
Then locked down, bag of rocks & fat knot
on the game
I suppose what you're spittin' is flames, cowards
Knew your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
alphabetically stuck on that English shit
now, quick now, before we pour that
sureshot pure Rock Co.Kane Flow
From the top of the key, the 3 Villain
Been on in
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
me, so dey hide behind keyboards, ooouu
Dey careers taking Detours
Head shots, leg shot flow let me eat more
These rappers rock fake jackets with them
Small town Carolina
Hallelujah tent revival
Went to Church
Two times on Sunday
Then back again by Wednesday
Youth camp in the summer
Every Lock-in
to bust her
Got a forged will
Good luck, sir
To the new toolbag that she trapped
In her web
Fuck your Big Cat Act
And move your big cat ass
Out the way
As written by the messenger
Pigeons of Hell's Kitchen
Thank you for the dollar, hope you dig it
Clap once for the junkyard punks
Good, clap twice for
brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda bummy with
the fat brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin' the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda
Hanging out all night doing whiskey shots till the morning rise.
Playing punk rock songs while we sang along like theyre the anthems of our life's.
pavement
You can't spit if you dead in the ground
In the woods where ya head'll be found
And its good that you getting it now in the prescient confessin'
wanna get outside yeah
Play a punk rock show with the people I love
Feel the music all around me
I don't care if it's good or wrong
Gettin' drunk on cheap
pops and moms
Tell em Im a good kid
Catholic raised
Knowin i went to public school
And sweared and got blazed
Even weed when i got a whole two
And that
pavement
You can't spit if you dead in the ground
In the woods where ya head'll be found
And its good that you getting it now in the prescient confessin'
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