Lyrics:
Dirty bastard, bitch I'm flattered
Defined by what I am chasing after
Boy I'm sick a biohazard
Can do it all just give me privacy and a stall
So I can
I had a dream last night I was cast into Hell by a jealous God
The Devil walked up and said, "You don't need no lightning rod
It hardly ever rains
I was a little boy, a pure unaltered soul
Naive and lost, fresh into this hellhole
Several colored paths showcasing
This false sense of perfection
growth
They break bread by the slice
I'm distributing the loaf
Swear I'd rather share the wealth
They want me to share they post
How the wanna split
actually real, or a dream or something
Hell maybe it's just my imagination
But I remember it pretty clearly, how we got here
We were sitting by the window up
at the men
They hit the floor before you'd count to ten
And I've got the target by the throat
Time to interrogate him on my boat
He speaks to me Listen boy
fall
Mother fucker's not that tall
Probably got some little balls
Bought myself a little time
Bumped myself a little line
Damn I'm so fucking fine
That
or down?" (up or down)
Forsaken screamed with is dying breath
No one even blinked an eye (blinked an eye)
Our boy lies cold, soul claimed by death
The world
to cross
Little girl say Little boys don't
Grow up just change their toys
Trade the innocence, passion for purity
Cast away those silly games
What the fuck!
Those niggaz bailin out of range rovers
Lucky louisiana, lucky as a fuckin fully clothed camera boy
The cast there, hangin mother fucker
yours are loose
If we're talking truths then you're removed from any little bit of your story too
It's a gory view when you're torn in two
Between who you
WALTER:
Calm yourself, young Nathan. As always, there’s a spot up here on my lap just for you. And it’s getting cold! Brrrr!
NATHAN:
Oh, boy!
UNCLE
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ohh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Hi there Ren
It's been a little while, did you miss me?
You thought you'd buried me,
station,
I feel like an empty cast iron exhibition,
I want ornaments on everything,
Because my love, she gone with other boys.
Queen Victoria,
Do you
to pass by
Looking for her in the day with a flashlight that type
That's until I got my cash right
You should have seen your boy last night, that's right
This morning I woke up being shot by Joaquin Phoenix in a dream
Now I ponder on what this act of violence could possibly mean
I was a little boy, my
little saga
The Book of Losers
Narrated by KKK
Produced, mixed, and mastered by Tujah
Thank you all for tuning in
I take it by now we all recognize that in
Sitting by the lake side
My feet hanging over the reef
I can feel the tide
Changing rapidly
Sunrise on the water
I can feel a bite
Must have been
Take a little walk to the edge of town, go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom, as it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie
not a gangsta little boy you a bitch
I'm out with the whites everybody hate Chris
I'll never drop a song I feel like a miss
Swing the right to my bro
to be a dope man
I picked that boy up and I took him for a ride
Every Sunday on that God
Yeah that boy gonna stay alive
Yeah the song about the killing,
brave enough to cast a backward glimpse
He sees a little boy so thoroughly downhearted
Because the other children laugh at the way he limps
Oh
boy is on the way up!
What's with the silence, echoes of desires, untold.
Now that was cold, and a little bold, and a little short so I won't hold,
You
who I used to be
What was discarded and what's in the past
Way back when, before I flew from the nest
That little boy didn't pass the test, That little
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