Lyrics:
going ghost
I heard someone bring the brim out
Big punk
And she fill yo head, don't bring the kids out
(Big punk)
Looking fresh as fuck look how I stick
with chunks
Siggedy south iggedy acres ain't
No motherfuckin' punks
And drive-by shootin' ain't
The motherfuckin' shit
Cause niggas plot hit's
After
nigaro it ain't
Shit to brake 'em off I'm brakin' 'em off with chunks
Siggedy south iggedy acres ain't no motherfuckin' punks
And drive-by shootin'
Inner City Posse holding it down
Playing that day ol' by the pound
Catch ya in the south side running things
Fools are straight up living like kings
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
off with chunks
Siggedy south iggedy acres ain't no motherfuckin' punks
And drive-by shootin' ain't the motherfuckin' shit
Cause niggas plot hits
it's all free
Take what you need
He looks as he did when I was a kid still shuttering
Heard he fell right off the mattress cheek has hit the ground
Died
I used to get bullied by kids
That went to my school
I had every FUBU shirt that I
Could match with my shoes
I was skinny and awkward
I dyed my hair
revolving door
You get much more than you bargained for
See reflections of infections from wall-to-wall
There's enough love here to be had by all
So many
Yeah, yeah, I love Math
Yeah, yo, yo
y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the King?
Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot
the devils crown
Motorkill, you know damn well
Motorkill, we're on the road to hell
Frontline Grunt
Buzz-cut punk
Eager to get in the pit
Cursed by
All these inanimate places feel like there changing
And the kids are lined up on the wall like they're ready to die
His forms ascending me its like
Queer punks, Big Boys, Outpunk shit
Brain-dead butt-head by my government
KIDIOT, the millennial nimrod
Alt Press cover, but you're still a fucking
Yeah, move your body, inside the party
We 'bout to bring it to you kid like we never ever did
My nigga Al G in it, my nigga Shaheed in it
We got
I switch
To some fly shit, like some silk suits by Paul Smith
And purchase some kicks by Kenneth Cole
Cop a Hilfiger, or Polo goose, for when it's
skin to the tint of his sweatshirt
"Hey...when you play with the big boys, you get hurt!"
I used to suck my thumb while rubbing silk blankets across my
raised by the streets
And then the only other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A straight thug, just me, my mama
I'm eatin' day by day, ain't nothin' sweet about it
Act like you don't know what I'm sayin' then you read about it
Built for war like a armadillo
nose in patterns
Woven into thick silk
Ah shit motherfucker man I been ill
Spin wheel my favorite disc
Consists of thin veal mmm daddy look good
That's
Thirteen on a Summer day
Holidays in the sun
c rainbow over a prism
Caught by a new sound
I didn't know I had gone over
To the dark side of the moon
Won't you be my neighbour
I brought my life, my ugly wife
My dirty dog with fleas
My kid's a punk, and I'm a drunk
This I'm sure you'll see
Yeah
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
gon' die, why ask why?
Homie, it is what it is, I handle my biz
I put that on my kid
I don't forget I heard you
Bullet shell in ya wig
Hollow tip
Nobody could have saved us
We didn't wanna change
We were just young kids
We spent our time in basements
Under white fluorescent lights
Of punk rock
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