Lyrics:
Wishes bounce me weightless
The infrared scope of pointlessness
The bulls are sedated and this fights fixed
Don't feel bad for the suicidal cats
This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself.
This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself.
Can't get the one you love, have
instead
On your side of the bed
Misdemeanors, felonies
Giving me the 3rd degree
Why you gotta' be so cold
You know that I am kinda' dumb
My brain's a little
of some solid advice
There's a painfully simple solution
It's as plain as the nose on your face
By Gad!
By Gosh!
By Heck!
By Gum!
By Rabbit's Foot!
By
They don't wanna see my crew tap way into that 3 rd eye
I only know winning I could never be the 3rd guy
We redefining living only view I know Is birds
Thicker like a brother
Mood laughing to a homer
Man pumps awake her
Clay mold by turning
Talents start of vocalizing
Being wise through shedding
3rd verse
my dope degree
They persuaded me, they gon' try to persuade you, believe
Had laid it and played it and stayed in it for weeks
Mistakes like
the hand that feeds me so much information.
The pressure's on the screen to sell you things that you don't need.
It's too much information.
Destroyed by
J]
I try to smile a lot, but I'm always frontin'
But I do love a ghost and at least that's somethin'
She don't talk much, when she do it gets cold
head
Let the weight of the world
Drift away instead
Oh, oh
These day I barely get by
I don't even try
It's a treacherous road
With a desolated
And cars whizzing by me,
Dad, look like I'm backing up.
She just don't have the appetite
For gas somehow,
And Dad, I got four carburetors
Hooked up on it
Where I've been, you don't know.
And what I've got, baby, it don't show.
Now, I won't try to teach you how, don't talk now.
Don't talk roads,
the world get me down now I’m feeling real good right now
I’m the apple of his eye
I know he’s gonna make a way somehow Hook 2
3rd verse
My My MY
None of this
bringing back the old power call it dead precedance
(Presidents)
I need more than than a lucky charm niggah that's the 3rd try.
I need to see more than
The widow's son
The widow's son
Master Mason
Master Mason
Just the 3rd degree
Master Mason
Is there no help for the widow's son
The widow's son
For
fingernails
Man, he hears you, I don't think he cares
He gives a fuck, even his pinky swears
Three personalities burstin' out of me, please beware
Her TV
said, boy
In the year 2000, it's all about Wayne
It's your throne, man, run that thing
17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
the glare
Draw the curtains, I don't care
'Cause it's alright
I will get by
I will get by
I will get by
I will survive
I see you got your list out
FREESTYLE ABILITY
BURNING MC'S TO THE 3RD DEGREE AND YOU CAN'T SEE ME CUZ
OF MY INVISIBILITY I REWORD MY LYRICS QUESTION YOU LIKE MAGAZINES
GET IN YOUR
don't want me there by your side
That you don't want me there in your life
What if I got it wrong
And no poem or song
Could put right what I got
On a block where I clock cash so fast
This is a stick up, nigga, don't even try it
If you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka you gon' die
Pressure I
I been talking to my therapist
Why they scared of me?
Is it cause my skin is dark, yeah I'm talking 3rd degree
Fushia Tee, Midnight jeans, yeah I'm
side
Till the early mornin' light
All I'm takin' is your time
Help me make it through the night
I don't care who's right or wrong
I don't try
a penny stock
And
If it ain't three figures
Then it don't suffice
Man my levels always rising
So best check my price
I keep on meeting new people
That
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