Lyrics:
more to think about
Deadlines and commitments
What to leave in, what to leave out
Against the wind
I'm still runnin' against the wind
Well I'm
, by your side
Every heart beats now
It beats like the sound of breaking glass
Every violent breath
Hurts, so I know I'm still in love, I'm still
I'm breaking breaking down
In Pieces inside breaking down
It seems I'm tied down by this rope
Can't give up while there's still hope
I say that but
a line but my signature's evolving
Till I'm out of time, an in a sense where I don't rush to solve it
Welcome to the human experience
I'm living well, I
home, socked out
Jabbed by esse's, cops, degenerate niggas with rags
Disintegrate niggas went into me, dome shots like Kennedy
Slugs trippin' with
hit the wall
Crash! Boom! Bang!
That's the call, that's the game and the pain stays the same
I'm walking down this empty road to nowhere
I pass by
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could,
hit the wall
Crash! Boom! Bang!
That's the call, that's the game and the pain stays the same
I'm walking down this empty road to nowhere
I pass by
deserving queen
I'm gonna share my crown
But if the line is busy
Don't freak out or get nervous
Just keep on dialing again and again
Until you get some
when I'm finished I'm back at the start I'm out of line
At Adeline St. heat don't keep the crooked beat four am
No waves breaking what's left of the pm
boots
And my old straw hat in hand
Singing a song by Woody Guthrie
This land is your land, it ain?t my land
I?m a workin? man
With nowhere to go
breaking my heart
I'm trying to keep it together
But I'm falling apart
I'm feeling all out of my element
I'm throwing things, cryin'
Tryin' to figure
(I'm tha King)
Yea, yea, yeah, better keep my name out ya mouth, shawty
(I'm tha King)
Yeah, PSC, nigga, aye, aye
All hail Atlanta's own, owner
an experience
Heavy hitting ganja
That's followed by
Beer and lines n hits
Ill be Mr. father
Cause now I have gotta school these Kids
Teach em bout the struggle
Until you bring me down
I am furious inside, all I want is to come out
No pretending no more lies
If I’m wrong or if I’m right
All the feelings that we
told you out the gate, I'm not the fake, I gotta say
And please excuse, almost forgot, man, I'm Raw Dizzy by the way
Money over bitches, bitch, I'm
I'm tired of talking about the past
Time to take these stones out of my pack
I've been walking way too long with all this weight here on my
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
money, iced out, like I'm in a video
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a player floss
(Still
money 'til I'm out of breath
Everybody after me, everybody wanna kill YB but can't capture me
Behind this one nigga, he deceased
But I'm gon' change
to leave in, what to leave out
Against the wind
I'm still runnin' against the wind
I'm older now but still running
Against the wind
I'm much older now
speaking English now
And he's smoothing out his clothes
He's Mr. Button Down
He's leaving home
Making changes day by day
And we still ain't got no
Cut to a slightly blurred black and white photo of a
Housewife with her face blotted out by a black oblong.
Presenter Hello, Mrs Teal!
Cut back
Bye
Bye
Bye
Breaking me, pain is breaking me
Hahahahahahahahahaha
It's breaking me, yeah, breaking me, yeah
I'm gonna take your heart and rip it out
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