Lyrics:
The lights they go out,
As we scare ourselves,
But candles exist,
To help us out.
You are the wolf who cries for the boy,
Waiting for someone to bring you
is played out (played out)
Y'all got to go, all I make is one phone call
All y'all dissapear by tomorrow (tomorrow)
All your guns is borrowed, I don't
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
into a cold killer
Alot of people came up like that
But alot of y'all faking that ya hold that gat
Now your little ass is out
You finally realized, you
my rage and violence
In time I learned a few lessons, never fall for riches
Apologizes to my true sisters; far from bitches
Help me raise my black
voice
Little coward baby boy
We are not your toys
I think that its time to switch it up
I got some water in my cup
A little drunk but when I write I need
the opps out there hidin' and cryin'
If it's not bout that money, I have to decline
I remember when I had a little bit of money
Time went by, now I got
book
See my arms waving over the stove
Watch me cook
It's more than just rap
A little bit of this
A little bit of that
Something out my recipe book
See
I-I can care less
'Cause they don't know me
I-I'm livin' my life, like
It has nothin' to do with them, or, I'm not botherin' anyone
I will
(Turn
lead to home no more I only got these photos
A polaroid and empty noise
I smoke so I can fill the void
Imagine if I wasn't regulated
I bleed Obama boy
Can't leave with less than the keys
I'm scopin' out some more talent
Needs some new hoes for my palace
The more hoes that I just grab
They hated
I’m packing up my amp and my guitar
Your little sister cries ‘cause we will practice no more
We’ll play one last song with every single chord
Shaking
more
Shake it shake it shake it till the flaps fall off
Now that's what I call dancing your ass off
All the pretty ladies get out on the dance floor
of Lingo
Here to bust out the funky single
Ah shit, there goes my pager
I'll see you later, because yo
Every now and then, I get a little crazy
Every
less black top little more dirt
My daddy done taught me all about work
Still love a good steel and a fiddle
You can find me way out in the middle
clawed and fought to survive
Put that V8 in gear yeah I got drive (skrrt)
Sixteen put me on fours yeah (sixteen)
Got no green yeah I'm cutting out
light
Put me out in the breeze
Show me what it's like
To hurt a little less
Feel more at ease
I know it's my life
But if I waste some time
Would you take
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
screaming at myself cause I fucking lost it all
I'm running out of light, guess the candle's bout to fall
Ayo for real I'm on the verge, this the fucking last
the Birthday Girl
It's gonna take a little more than garbage bags to clean up our mess
An hours' passed, it's overcast, I'm waiting by the phone for your text
I
a little more heart and a little less consequence
So this is what you think about
But did you have to say it all out loud
And you can stay
Or give your
his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me? (Ugh)
Please don't, you'll probably fall with me
And our asses'll both be history
But then again,
or it can go one space
Followed by two more to its landing place
Chess is the best way to test your mental prowess
It's no more and no less
Than a chance
of the candle, there's a twenty grand stack
Heat the glass, pull the wax out, and cut that bitch in half
Carbon paper 'round the paper, makin' fifty stack flimsy
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