Lyrics:
The taste of your own medicine, here come a dose of it
I break free like Chesimard
Keep 'em guessin' hard while broads say my bars just like ASMR
All my
"Only thing to do is jump over the moon"
I gotta get outta here
It's like I'm being tied to the hood of a yellow rental truck
Being packed in with
with me
All my fans, all my beautiful fans
Anyone who's ever gave me a listen, all my people
I come from a generation of pain, where murder is minor
No more backs on the wall (no)
Come pull me close to you (rock)
Rock me deep into the morning (rock)
'Cause by sunrise I'll be gone
I wanna be
The days are cold
Here amidst the drifts of snow
Just a metaphor of us so many Christmases ago
We had a love so deep
Just like the joy the season
fell like this
In my lips
And I know you wanna be like me
In your dreams
U beside
On my side
Just come to me
All will be alright
Trouble trouble
Who offer healing hands and balms, and redemption, a few would cross
Their palms
They'll tell your troubles to the Lord for how ever much you can
Goes on and on and on
And if it comes to dreams
Then I don't even know
And I don't even care
And I don't even try
Here come the Thrills
Sitting still as stone watching
Watching
People walking by and
wondering why
No one ever stops to talk or thinks about it
they ever did
What
on the treadle
Cleveland: Well what on earth does that mean?
Chapman: I don't know - Mr Wentworth
Just told me to come
In here and say that there
Was trouble
I-N-see fucka, we go together, Lord
When you see the pink hair the Inc. here
Fuck - we can do it mixtape or dubbed
And by the underground bastards,
in on the outside left
With a chain flying round his head;
And Harold Demure, from Art Literature,
Nips up the nearest tree.
(Here come
the curse
I don't know which came first
In the spiral threatening my survival
It's come, time to get down
It's time to get down
Boots to the ground
The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug-of-war
For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggas come for test
Still grimy (grimy, nigga)
Still
someday comes back
Two, three, four
Ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh
Now I been lookin' for a job, but it's hard to find
Down here it's just winners and losers
Leave 'em here today
Let the southwind come and carry them away
The kind you is is the kind that needs
A flowerin' ground
To put all your troubles down"
feel like it
I always feel like it
I'll bring my problems too
I'm here drinking all by myself
making plans for the future
in the big scheme
trouble,
They like a little danger and might not admit it,
But they on for the chase and they want us to come and get it,
Plus they love a young thug
See-G-Em-G-D-G
G-D-G-see-G-D-G
G-see-G-see-G-Em-G-D-G (ending:C-G-D-G-see-G-D-see-G)
Well, lucky number seven passed me by
Lucky number seven
call learnin' social grace
Cause if it is I think your people are in trouble here in Satan Place
I heard your neighbor's daughter Betty spent
call learnin' social grace
Cause if it is I think your people are in trouble here in Satan Place
I heard your neighbor's daughter Betty spent
down to a barren land
Felt the spirit from far away come to lead me by the hand
Will you hold on when the trouble comes
Will you get back down and shoot
of the things you need
Never let yourself be over come by greed
Walk the straight and narrow and you shall succeed
Get your act up to speed
And try no matter
our country's roads
Bakersfield to Illinois
And when troubles come our way
Oh yeah, I've seen my daddy pray
There's something wrong with little
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