Lyrics:
right back
Get that right back
Every time she say she done fuckin with me next thing I know she come right back
She come right back
Baby I can't settle
You ever get the feeling you've been somewhere before?
You look up and it's exactly the fucking same
We're the richest country, but if you're
stay the same, don't interfere
I threw away my time
Oh I should've known that I can't
Day by day's how I live
There's no way I'll succeed
Well, it's
tellin' truth
'Cause you sacrificed yourself for everybody's needs by any means
I'm married to the game for this diamond ring
And I spend more time with
marching for?"
And I ask meself the same question.
But the band plays "Waltzing Matilda,"
And the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year
dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next mornin, niggas had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in
of innocence upon the crimson lips
A year aheadâ?¦the lonely path is tread again
A union madeâ?¦and broken in the night
Fears allayedâ?¦by thoughts of each
years from now, you could say the same thing
If you determined, look at me
I'm getting on the car, used to roll two feet
Back in the day, selling dope
I met this girl late last year
She said don't you worry if I disappear
I told her I'm not really looking for another mistake
I called an old friend
a parta
Don't get me started mama I just barely cleared my karma
I'll save the johnny drama for the next shit
I'm already on my next shit
Same hands that I
it out
Life is like a novel, but I don't wanna flip the page
'Cause what if the next chapter simply doesn't hit the same
Our music plays as time flies,
to kick 'em out
Silent wars in my head, it's more to go around
Man, huh (shit)
Repent for my sins then I turn around
By next weekend, do it again
again next year anyway
I've run this circle countless times, just wondering who's next in line
To run away with parts of me that they temporarily needed
ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015
Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by
by nine for a very long time
*** droppin' dimes, *** is droppin' whole hundreds
So the hood's gettin' skinny and the one-times love it
If I don't go
short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell
straight up you know how it is
Word
Maybe they'll know not to diss next time
We let em know
Cause I ain't with it
Aight Jeff chill
The next thirty learnin' not to.
Two years learnin' how to walk,
about the same for a motorcycle.
Eight years living in a powder keg,
to light the matches.
the couple of Saturdays
I moved in runnin' from tragedies and boozing
Seven hundred years since I came here
You appear, same hair, same quizzical stare
I
that we shared the
Same musical tastes so
We asked them to join our band
It was some of the greatest
Times of our lives playing music in
Taylor’s
voice
But I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my
Man Hank come on, Hank, sing that song:
Check it out, Well
I'm Imp the Dimp the ladies
black magic for years out in no man's land
It's like a barbecue all swine cookout
To fuck up they plans like a blind man look out
Cram to overstand
by
Raising a toast to a child
But where will we be this time next year????…………..
A better place …
I hope …. by far
INTERLUDE x2 to fade
All rights
home, take me home again
Take me home, take me home take me home again
25 years
27 years, white lighter in my- in my- in my-
27 years, white lighter in my
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