Lyrics:
not really sure how
See its the cyclical nature of things
Got me tripping on things I've already seen and
Sewing uneven seams into my jeans
Shit that
money makin'
Selfishness got us followin' the wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
standpoint of the music that
I write and I think Varèse would
Have done the same thing
He was hampered by composing at a time
When the electronic facilities
the reason
That man is laying
Down And he is
Surrounded by chalk
All of this could’ve been avoided
The only thing that I needed was for you to talk
Oh our time went by too fast, I tried to slow it down
And dwelling on my past has got me feeling down
Don't know what comes next when it comes to you
reduce to ash
They can lay claim as your destroyer
Hey
Little lamb
What do you see
Ghosts
I see all these predators looking at me
And since it's so
night when TEST STAND #1 and THE ROCKET SLED ITSELF... (We have ignition!)... got LUNCHED! I said LUNCHED! (Lunched!) By a FAMOUS MOUNTAIN-IN and his
why'know? Doin my own shit
No doubt, I see you got somethin in the car
Yeah yeah, a little somethin, little somethin
Aight
Bout to light up the dutch
the quality of
The color photography was just a
Little bit too far in the
Red direction, you know
They printed too much
Red and they were showing a lot
Of girls
Sometimes it’s hard, tryin’ to find the right direction. You don’t know which way to go. All you know is that you’re walking down a dark road,
arrows of the rich'll steal
In Hollywood and featherweight I step by step let it escalate
Till you get it, we'll tell you if I hit it
When you make pie
want?
Hey, there ain't a thing I wouldn't do for my mama in this world
'Cause you know I ain't mad at cha, you're just a little girl
See mama's just
the hard
Shit and how to swing these things
My little cousin didn't do shit
Except blow out his brains
He had every material possession
You could ever want
drove me to get attention
Steerin' me the wrong way, I'm stayin' late with Miss Direction, ma (skrrrrrrt)
I place that shiny lil' apple on her desk
While
the muse
I know your soft oriole crest is feeling overused
Meet me by the muse
When I start to feel a little gentle I will pull your wisdom tooth
And nobody
the middle.
Somewhere in the middle
Something
It's better than nothing
I just need a little
I just need a little cause I
Don't wanna be nowhere
But somethings
the day I have a baby by free
Not to say that anything is wrong with free
Just to say that ain't nothing wrong with me
If my hands in the cookie jar,
the day I have a baby by free
Not to say that anything is wrong with free
Just to say that ain't nothing wrong with me
If my hands in the cookie jar,
little girl
I was raised by women,
A women made me a man,
Its just to bad that a man,
Took her innocence.
And god knows that I,
I would finish him,
hug
I know I need a little tug sometimes
You pull me in the right direction
When they hear my rhymes
it's gonna be a resurrection
Thank you ABBA for
the go-getter of his perfection
Lack of direction, keepin dreams from manifesting
Kids is molested by the same ones preaching the message
c curse and a blessing
particular night, I was uh, playing the guitar in a little alleyway just off of Wardour Street in Soho and uh, I got busted by the police. This policeman
came
to me? Is it all a lie?
I'm questioning everything my little
Eyes lie on
These things are stalking in the shadows
Turn the lights on is that a TV
myself up piece by piece
Little do you know I, need a little more time
Yeah, yeah, y'all can never know what it mean to me
All the things that I do,
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