Lyrics:
color-blindness
As we works from door to door
The violence in the carpets
The arrow of his wife (in a car jam)
Drives the slum-bum dweller
To grind his hunting
Whisky wino rum
Wszystkim byś się struł
Nie ma to jak zimna czysta
Prosto do kieliszka
Whisky wino rum
Wybór to jest twój
Dobry balet na parkiecie
our Friday afternoons
And lately I've been missing you, yeah
(Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum)
(Bum, bum, bum, ba da bum, bum dum dum)
Summer
Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society
For Mr. Wendal's a bum
His only worries are sickness
And an occasional harassment by
As e totori me once i talk
I've dropped a flower by your door steps ya
Me i know say love go whine me one day
Now he's talking about all his types
Heal and come back home.
I'm the wold, I'm cinders spilt, the hive...
I'm a whole bunch of alien surprises.
Fear no lash of rawhide.
Heal and attrition
like that
Everybody think I'm cool, I'on like that
Codeine by the pool while I write raps
Spend money like a fool, I'ma make it back
I don't wanna
a bum
Hallelujah, bum again
Come and give us a handout to revive us again
No matter how hard I work
I make a starvation wage
So I'll be funded by
Spontaniczna moc co karmiła faszyzm
Ten wpływ w nas i krew napływa do twarzy
Bum bo tak napiera tłum
Bum z siłą miliona tul
Bum hałas znów rodzi szum
Bum
of attrition, but on the field alone
Tell me, tell me you found something to live for
Are you living out your dreams, or are you an imposter
Tell me, tell me
like being in prison doing what those people say
You're paralyzed by indecision wondering should you stay or walk away
Are you living now Is this
Verse 1
It’s a war of attrition
The breaking point
Hanging on by a wire
(jēda naejot sīmonagon)
At the gates of a hell
That you made yourself
thrum
Oh I kinda like them conga drums
Floating all around
On the bum
That's when I got used to conga drums
Oh that's right
Well, down by
"It ain't my fault
It's six 'o'clock in the morning"
He said
As he came up out of the night
When he found I had no coins to bum,
He began
I lost friends, means to ends and munitions
I'm still suck on whether I made all the right decisions
Life's a mess, I've corroded from attrition
That's new Jiby on the beat
I'm machine
When they talk about me
I get angry
Cause I gotta kill all my enemies one by one
When I shoot em in the head
the paramount of souls
Don't mistake my kindness or attrition as submission
And can you see me?
I am destruction all the time
Trapped at dawn
Can you hear me?
Fur-(by).
Bidones de Hennessy con Red Bull’s.
Tienes que mirarme con un súper zoom
para intentar entenderme,
pero verás que ni un iglú
es tan frío como mi bum
Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide
The bums drop dead and dogs gone mad
In packs on the West Side
Young girl standing on a ledge looks like
like retail, tricked the meek men
Pulled rabbits out of hats, the classic magician
Manipulated hearts through sustained attrition
Sort of cunning that
Da-da-dum, Ba-ba-bum
Da-da-dum, Ba-ba-bum
In the spotlight, you take the stage,
But behind the mask, lies a hidden cage.
Spin and twirl in your web
(oh yeah)
Gotta give 'em what they want
You betta watch me if I'm running' up (skrr)
I keep 'em comin' like bum bum bum (bum bum)
Trecy gotta big ole'
guitar picker 'til he got burned out by the game.
Now he'll bum you for some whiskey
And tell you how it was back in '52 when he played for Hank.
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Yesterday I was a bum and broke
Today I am a star and broke
In this town that's called progress
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