Lyrics:
I'm a cheap thrill
I know she don't mean that
She think I feed her lies
But I don't get no feedback
As she watch me pack
"Baby where my keys at?"
be sure
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour (yeah, get in line)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hang on till the end
You a queen where’s your crown
Fantasizing bout your body and
I’m trynna get drowned
She said she wanna be a teacher
And that caught my attention
Well
the sky
Joseph, we'll never forget you
It's tough but we're gonna get by
There's one more angel in heaven
There's one more star in the sky
Joseph,
that really true what they do around there, people?"
I say, "Hey, now everytime I drive through the crossroads
I get scared there's a bloke running
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
bitting the dust like I am
You try to do right but tell me where does that get you
People just use you and then they forget you
Well it won't take me
again
Get it up again
I'm gonna be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart
Don't get me wrong
If I'm looking kind of dazzled
I see neon lights
Whenever you walk by
Don't get me wrong
If you say, "hello", and I take
think these *** comin' at me fo'?
But since they all fall in my palm, I take a trio, yo
You wouldn't get far *** them rap stars
You know who you are,
've been down so low just to get me up by drinkin' anything I can find
But now when they say Jones what are you on I just smile and say, loveshine.
I found
and the signs
So I followed her into the black lands
Where the window frames peel and flake
And the old Jewish face behind the lace
Even now trying to get
Sweaty palm get caught bluffin'
Fold a man into nothin' for nothin'
My oxidized gold shaft floods your jugular with Lucifer
I'll shoot it word, feel
period
I see a million when I’m in the mirror
Get hit with the Glock and
I scrape off the serial
Hop in the Lamb, hit the gas, hit the gear
I got a shooter
I pulled in to Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
'Hey mister, can you tell me where a man
and confused,
Hanging on by a thread,
I'm being abused,
I'd be better off dead,
If you're out to get me,
You're on the right track,
Quittin' teasin',
and misery
Feathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mind
Here I stand before you, the color of the night
Frozen by the potential of me
I get drunk juicy I get sloppy pissy
I blow good good in every city
Countin' money palms still itchy
I'm trippin', I'm trippin', I'm trippin'
Shedding off one more layer of skin,
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
the street in the field and ride)
(I can watch them off my front porch)
(Umm, my one boy is into shed horn hunting so he'll take off)
(And go park his
you add up the cost
We all have a cross
How do you write off the loss?
Where do I go from here?
How do I find my way?
When is it loud
on our shit, you can't fuck with us period
I see a million when I'm in the mirror
Get hit with the Glock and I scrape off the serial
Hop in the Lamb,
a dream, had nothing to lose
Ain't it funny how time flies? Fades into gold
Now I wanna do a drive-by but I can't find the road
Back to wonderland
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