Lyrics:
at the street
I'm painting all the toenails
On my amputated feet
If I wasn't self-propelling
If I didn't hate the train
I'd be fatter and dumber
Than a beached
down death
ooh take it all in
let it go
roam the great desert
and become the lion
spin round the self-propelling wheel with the spirit of the sacred
the type of person you just can't relate
I've been dedicating this whole time to balance
And i'm self-propelling to focus on winning
So once it's said
you’re asking what is that wind
and where is that wind to be found?
Said what is that wind
and where is that wind to be found?
Oh the propelling wind
Propelling my self to greatness can't afford to waste no time
I've been making moves, crazy moves cos I need em' dimes
I don't trust nobody nah nah nah keep my
to be torn apart
Another day with hope zero to one
I've let myself slip away into the sloth I've become
Yet remains a pounding in my head
Propelling me
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propelling
Let my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every
of success.
My inner fire burns bright, fueling my desire for transformation and propelling me forward.
I engage in regular self-reflection, assessing my
using only ones own power
Usually by propelling oneself upwards by contraction and then forceful extension of the legs
In some cases the height of a jump
Self, self, self, self,
Self, self, self
Self, self, self, self,
Self, self, self
Self, self, self, self,
Self, self, self
Self, self, self
cause feeling low is all I know gives me fire
I think I need to be alone for a while, until I get some self control
Falling in, falling out, no I am
And we'll tear down your walls and slaughter your children
We are the new order in this waterworld
You're so self deluded to think you could conquer
This
to self-destruct
Go
On the way to paranoia
On the crooked borderline
On the way to great destroyer
Doom design
We're so fucked
Shit outta luck
Hardwired
to self-destruct
Go
On the way to paranoia
On the crooked borderline
On the way to great destroyer
Doom design
We're so fucked
Shit outta luck
Hardwired
comes to shove
Thank God for self love
You got to Thank Him, Thank Him
God for self love
Thank Him, Thank Him
God for self love
Whenever push
Through this life you've been propelling
Now you're spinning out
Time to make your reparations now
You've just got to make that leap somehow
Come
expanding cloud that surrounds us
I set a long course and fell asleep
There is a strong force propelling me
A line drawn thick
Too slick beneath my feet
1500, let's take 'em back
Yeah, Bigg Snoop Dogg hustle Boyz
You better check yo self before
The wreck yo self (yeah)
West Coast
So come
mind
And I've get it with you again, now woman
And I've got to do it with you again, got to say
(Do it with your bad self) Come on home today
(Do
propelling us forward with unwavering determination and strength, forging a path towards new horizons.
or not, but life is not apparently about me anyways
But I have met the One who really is worthy, so let me say
So long self
Well, it's been fun, but I
(Yeah)
Yeah
So come on and chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
Check (yeah)
(Yeah) check
You better check yo' self before you
conversations and a new elan
Propelling me from duties filled
Into the nostalgia builder's ageless guild
Well this rose-lined retrospection may be revising my
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