Lyrics:
used to love
You open up
Are you falling to pieces?
Losing your heart?
And all the things that make you who you are?
You hardly believe it
Days gone by
claimed that the day I flew the coop
Went insane a Maniac, stuck in a loop
So fuck it and move, you all need to make room!
You think it's nice and funny
One of these days
I will take a vacation
By a quiet and peaceful shore
Cool my feet
In that crystal water
And I won't have to worry anymore
I work in
A factory
Everybody's always fucking with me
They open my locker
And steal from me
They piss in my seat
And hide my keys
The shifts are
tough talk
Tomahawk, these shots walk the walk
Llama spark, choppa bark
Box him up, cart him off
Leave, we are king of kings
Some say lord of lords
lay the sod o'er me
I'm a young cowboy, I know I've done wrong
I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy
These words he did say as I boldly walked
I think that's what life is about
Truly finding yourself
And then closin' your eyes and dyin' in your sleep
Lifted are my days, my dreams are
The towers of London, these crumbling rocks
Reality estates that the hero's got
And every hour's maked by the chime of a clock
And whatcha gonna
brawl
Three men fall bullets flew I had to drug
My man behind a wall left a wet trail
Delivered these slugs like air mail
Directly at the cat that made
My
begin, to master
Rhymin' rhymin' rhymin'
Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Looking for a style like mine you can't find it
They are the audience,
Yuh
Niggas asking where I been at, I gotta recap it
Relapsing D.R.U.G. Habits
Tryna move forward, depression been holding me backwards
Recovery
Another two years over
Don't understand what's happened to me
These days are so much colder
Up against the fire, don't feel any heat
Cracked up years behind
to all the DJ's back in the day
Who used to let me smoke they microphones, ya know what I mean?
Big up to DJ Maniac, DJ Teddy Tuff, and DJ Cool Breeze
THE THINGS THAT MATTER MOST TO ME
WRITERS DON PITTMAN, BILL TAYLOR, THOMAS LAVERNE
Yes there are many precious mem'ries that I'd like to recall
a word
Some cry out and some whisper
And some are just too quick to give away
Blessed be the one who stands by the one
On the battle line
For these
okay with me these days
Got a good job, got a good office
Got a new wife, got a new life
And the family's fine
We lost touch long ago
You lost
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
purr
Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt
French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth
Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse
Yeah, uh, put
treat me right woman
Day by day
Get out your little prayer book
Get down on your knees and pray
You're gonna need, you're gonna need
My help one
These are the tales the freaky tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
These are the tales the freaky tales
These are the tales that I
We must strive to be
Be like the moon
To be kind
Distracted by its tune
'Cause these days are numbered
This life absolute
We all complain if it
who the hell are you?
Some maniac with a loose screw
Who cares cos you're fake
I'm not fooled by your false claims
Couldn't care less about your stage
linen, as cold as the clay
I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy
These words he did speak as I slowly walked by
Come sit here beside me and hear
begin, to master
Rhymin' rhymin' rhymin'
Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Looking for a style like mine you can't find it
They are the audience,
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