Lyrics:
but tonight's my night and I'm Barry Bonds
Swingin' for the fences, barbaric Kendrick in idle time
Everything in life's subject to change, change
not fagging
MC's surrender, raise the flags and
Give up the titles because the signs are vital
I keep a voice tuned at a slow and swift idle
You
worked on
But then again they're ingredients for the audience
To waive their hands back and forth for me to surf on
Nowadays words with friends, is just
On This Pier
Words and music By: Christopher Paul (Maslyar)
Copyright: Genoa Music Co.
About a quarter-mile long from the shoreline to the end way
me bare
(Throw my image in
I'm the suspect and the target
So let this duel begin)
Crucifixion, annihilation
Motives of idle hands
To cut me down
draw is too consuming
Can't break the hold
Tension
So much fucking tension
Something's bound to break
Clarity evades me
Is this my fate
Stuck in an idle
I can read, I can write
I can breathe, proven fact
Bless my greed, crease unfold
Is it me, or my ego
Write some words, make them rhyme
Pieces for
My burdens keep my humble and
Teach me to pray
If I murmur or grumble forgive
The words I say
Give me strength to carry my load day by day
But don't
gossips is a bore
Yes, on land it's much preferred for
Ladies not to say a word
And, after all, dear
What is idle prattle for?
They're not all that
after day
We stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and
All the boards did shrink
Water,
gossips is a bore
Yes, on land it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word
And after all dear, what is idle prattle for?
They're not all that
of blabber
They think a girl who gossips is a bore!
Yet on land it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word
And after all dear, what is idle babble
Day is night in New York City
Smoke, like water, runs inside
Steel idle trees to pity
Every living thing that's died
Gonna hitch a ride
Head
Day is night in New York City
Smoke, like water, runs inside
Steel idle trees to pity
Every living thing that's died
Gonna hitch a ride
Head
after day
We stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and
All the boards did shrink
Water,
the show
They patch and paint and dress with idle stuff
As if God had not made them fine enough
Even little children learn to curse and swear
And can't
not fagging
MC's surrender, raise the flags and
Give up the titles because the signs are vital
I keep a voice tuned at a slow and swift idle
You
stop your whining
Back in style like I was vinyl
I make songs and they go viral
Something's off if I go idle
"Been so long," yeah, okay, I know
Take
My money talks word of mouth
I figured you out
The life I live, you're not about
Price on your head, I'm taking cash advances
I'll take my chances,
and bravery
The streets seem hollow when I go to Chicago
It's cheap wine and sorrow
Times hard to swallow
In search of God's tomorrow I borrow words from
Chorus:
Whoa oh, whoa oh
Listen to the words say
Whoa oh, whoa oh
Listen to the song play
Whoa oh, whoa oh
Loved you on your worst day
Whoa oh, whoa oh
slipped my mind
Idle hands held us back
Now I wanna hold you again
Now I wanna hold you again
It's not your fault that no one saw
Hide
Your words and hide
institution with ego I cant bear perceptions
Clouded by misconceptions of yours if the words of men could kill
They could kill somebodys hope and despair
Words from the heart these are words from the heart
Can I talk for a second I won't be long
I just got a few questions for you
Words from the heart,
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