Lyrics:
I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my existence
On a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies in
How would you feel if you were a wheel
Spinning round and round and round
Would your rubber belly hurt on the stones and dirt
Would your head ache
we're stuffed, and your belly is less full
And she becomes attached, I cut her off, shit is stressful
Feeling I don't come to no rescue I don't give her
Poor Man’s Show
Take a big look around
You can’t tell me that you’re proud
Of the country that we live in
While it’s run by wealthy cavemen
When
you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put work in
You ain't mean to murk him
Your gun's a virgin
Streets are full of em
Read the bulletin
Accident
up, pay dirt
Everybody wants to party
Full belly still suckin on the parsley
Star sleeps between the hard sheets
You only parked on the street to hear
(Banger)
What up, nephew? Man, you know what it is
I wanna start this jawn just by sayin' man, I'm so proud of you, man
But after that, it's all
Sittin' by myself in the summertime, when the heat is burnin' down
Watchin' the golden crops in the field just growin' without a sound
I was a boy
me.
Ah things ain't what they used to be.
No, no, no, radiation underground and in the sky;
Animals and birds who live near by are dying oh,
Oh
Half a mile from the county fair
And the rain came pourin' down
Me and Billy standin' there
With a silver half a crown
Hands are full
aware of the fruits
Mom told me 'bout the vegetables.
They are very healthy for me.
Full of vitamins and minerals.
Chorus
Verse 2
I don't want to eat no
I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots
I'm runnin' in the rain
Gonna run till my feet are raw
Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
And I'm
I can see what it's about
From the inside looking out
I'm satisfied, my belly's full
Wrapped here in this cotton wool
There's something more there's
Show you I'm not R. Kelly
X, pass me the weed
I'ma put my ashes out on his ass for the last time, man
Watch your fuckin' mouth
I love it when you
me
Yo, you're just gonna get your ass kicked
Homeboy throw in the towel
Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell
The Godfather of Soul in the belly
In a church,by the face,
He talks about the people going under.
Only child know...
A man decides after seventy years,
That what he goes there
Through the door it slithers in,
Accompanied by its peers.
Always groveling for attention,
While no one really gives.
In its mind it's full of wit
[Hands phone to guy]
Richie: "Hey man! What the hell are you doing there!? Samantha's my
Girl!
You'd better stay away from her or I'll make you wish you
created by a needle
Jet black eyes baby they stare while you sleep
When your Titanic sinks I'm the one you gon' meet
Hearing terrified screams they surround
a guy in the tree out here.
[Peeper:] full of shame.
[woman:] are you serious?
[Peeper:] completely worthless. hard as a rock.
[man:] I see you shit
knees
The questions can't be answered
You're always haunted by the past
The world's full of children
Who grew up too fast
Yeah, but where can you
of paydays
Since I'd heard that eagle scream
So with a stomach full of empty
And a pocket full of dreams
I left my pride and stepped inside a bar
Actually
Asurms Music
Yeah, she take off like a NASCAR
GT-R, full throttle, that's a fast car
Make a movie with your shorty, she a pornstar
I forgot it in
me.
Ah things ain't what they used to be.
No, no, no, radiation underground and in the sky;
Animals and birds who live near by are dying oh,
Oh
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