Lyrics:
it was always you
There are holes in my heart
There are ghosts haunting my dreams
Will you take me as I am?
Strung out, secondhand
Will you take me
back in there wit' a bullet for everybody in the yard"
"Oh, is that right?"
"We do it now, we do it later, later it can be no use"
"Am I right Al?"
of view
To anyone passing by and it's who they're talking to.
There was someone on the platform talking to the folks
About the TV god and all the pain that
homie I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrollin', grab a Glock-40
Snipe at the squad car, story notinh
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, wack
One's gone out to seek his wages
One's off to college with the sages
Four left competin' for the center
There's room, I figure, by this winter for
Just
lives aren't what teach us how to drive
Its the hard path when your way down low is where you figure out where to go
Mixin' doubts with our dreams can
out of Marrickville
For the son of the hard working man
Where the punk who has the muscle
Is the leader of the local gang
Well, there's ain't no
to play, now whatcha got
Wish I had you to serenade by Galapagos waves
Something new to celebrate, we rejoice in your name
All the plays that we made,
Mozart than most, my key lyrically
Is noted on a scale above the whole industry
It's Dax i got bars out in Georgia
Twenty-minute songs'll probably Illinois
anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Back beat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
to
figure it out.
I don't need you, I don't need anybody helpin' me.
Well, I got it figured out for myself.
We're not important. What are we?
A couple
You gotta do
I don't believe that anybody feels the
Way I do about you now
Backbeat, the word is on the street that
The fire in your heart is out
I'm
The life of a rap star
Is women and fast cars
The life of God's son
Is being loved by no-one
But so what I'm chosen
My life is a message
So I call
It's affected my own
Don't they say there's a moral to every tale told?
While I'm still trying to figure out mine
All that matters is in this moment we
searching for anything to keep
Below my feet
Everything is out of sight and nothing Reminds me of a home to be
Lift me up with a silent weep
With nothing
true purpose is
Useless as Keem as a news journalist
Fuck anybody who's heard my diss
Including you, you're deserving this
Put the word out quick
NerdOut
back in there wit' a bullet for everybody in the yard"
"Oh, is that right?"
"We do it now, we do it later, later it can be no use"
"Am I right Al?"
shoulda seen it coming but i was blinded
By the long hard hours that I grinded
Beef is something that I've
Had a couple times
Ran a couple times, I've
anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But
I'm not the same
Maybe my reflection lies
And there is nothing left behind these eyes
Save a man who has lost his way
I am
Lost
I am
Alone
I'm no
was a passer-by
Who saw the woman cry
Wondering can she work it out
Now she knows that the wages of sin is death
The gift of God is life
Oh, oh, oh,
Out do yourself work harder than anyone else. now
Make very clear distinctions between parasites and creators
Be a creator instead of a second-hand
By the twisted grace of the law of supply and demand
Well, there's no use crying and no use sighing over
Stone, wood, wire, glass and cement
But
out to motherfuckin' Abnormal
Miles, the motherfuckin' legend, man
That nigga is a fuckin' legend
My producer, my day one producer
If anybody ever asks
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