Lyrics:
and milk-white thighs,
And mickey dodgers in disguise.
Mc Graths, O'Briens, Pippins, Coxs,
Massage parlours in horse boxes.
There's amhráns, bodhráns, amadáns,
Feeling ugly on the outside doesn't fit the truth you breathed within
But my face doesn't tick the boxes of this box I'm trying to fit it in
It isn't
me fighting
All my feelings getting in the way tonight
I'm just watching as another day goes by
You know we've never been good under pressure
You took
Walking on broken glass
Lost in a dark room
Trying to find you
Boxes of photographs
Pictures and postcards
Places I saw you last
(you last)
I don't
flying by, I think
My eyes are dry, from cheeks, to edge of smile
Cheap dinner dishes are driving me to the ditches
I'm ditching my inhibitions for
I just rolled a backwood of some s**t ion know the name to
Tryna keep composure kuz a n***a on that drank too
I just realized won’t no day go by that
There's a lotta dirt that can be eaten by it
Now, we gotta move when that noise comes by. (Let's GO!)
Chorus 1:
Kick the blast of our Vacuum Loudness Beat
Now would you believe it I'm better off
Ticking off boxes as time locks
I'll show you how we found
The deep end
We slipped through a crack in
ain't taking work but they are eating bread
Who of you is actually down to ride
Go through the wars right by my side
Jump in the glide no excuse on why
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
got any spare change?"
"Ahh! Here's my whole wallet, get away from me!"
Imagine a whole family with voice boxes, that'd be creepy, wouldn't it?
They'd
Extreme complicated businessman, can't be reached
No type of headquarters, deserted land, by the waters
Target my focus on, internal thinkin' by myself
days
Broads and boxes and blunts to blaze
Now I got three children to raise
I-I-I never won't be perfect I know
But workin' on it is worth it I know
you fucked up your whole night (big boy)
What's my basis? The look on store owner's faces (big boy)
This kids outrageous, he buying them by the cases
the ancient fortress
Shelled by a million bullets
From gunners, waiting in the copses
With hearts that threatened to pop their boxes
As we advanced into
a brick away
If you still whip em he getting those from whippin' yay
And you got no paper, you been so patient, come get some weight
Sneaker boxes, you can
Somehow you say it slipped right off you're hand.
And when I asked about those boxes stacked there by the door.
You say it's just some old things you
If you ain't got two kids by twenty-one
You're probably gonna die alone
Least that's what tradition told you
And it don't matter if you don't
saying?
Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today
Man I found these shits up in the crib man in boxes man
I don't even remember
In ages past when spells were cast
In a time of men in steel
When a man was taught no special thing
It was all done by feel
So listen, so
until he got the nerve
He's got boxes full of papers and 'papers full of words
And the words fly away like 'swallows on the 'wind
But they 'never flew
just, you know, after all that, I'm just ready to be me. And it's a lot to work through, you know, because all of us have hidden in these little boxes
world around
?Til we got no fear
This here, won't be contained
By culture, wars and trendy names
Been there, done that, wore out the t-shirts
Don't need
Genres keep us in our boxes
Keep us from our commas
Keep us niggas hopeless
Keep us from our options
Let a nigga springboard, let a god's wings
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