Lyrics:
Okay, woo
Fools for four freaks, I'm a fool (I'm a fool)
I left codeine on your dresser, I just ain't forget my tool (too much of codeine)
That's how
tool.
Reason is: we may not care
And the proof is everywhere.
Come with us, we’ll change your tune!
Yes we’ll sing them down together! Come with us,
I killed an ant
With my guitar
Underneath romantic Indiana stars
He was a fool
I was so cruel
The power of music is no tool
So I hit him in
If you gang, gang, gang, that's what's up with me
Freebandz
Fire Marshall
Love a tool only 'til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it
these tools of separation
The complexities of maturity
Entangled in prejudice
I'm longing for this purity
Through envy and emptiness
It's lost
Subjugate and rule
Tyranny
Misery
Apathy the tool
Ignorance, violence
Watch the Earth aflame
Consumed, consumed, consumed
Into darkness
Guide the helpless
was once a foundation
Where you stand now were tools in the basement
How can you say forever is at your command
How can you say the future in
Think of this as the sun and the mind as a tool
But we could bounce back from this one
With attitude will and some spirit
With attitude will and your
all alone
I'll go get the tool box you can fix our broken home
You can fix our broken home daddy I just know you can
I saw you fix my wagon now
tool
A penguin in the yard, a drip
A ringing bell, a hunchback midget band
A cracker for a bleak and hungry girl
Then it all came back to me
ain’t no lion
Then you dying
So Pray cause pray
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Sipin juice in da coupe
Ridin round wit da tool
Sipin
Because people are lonely
And only animals with too many tools
That can build all the junk that we sell
Oh sometimes man, make you want to yell that
Things
clapping
Like a big fool crawling
Like a rig tool falling
Like a back door squeaking
Like a crack whore tweaking
What is it like?
What is it like
Where your tool? You gon' need it like a muh'fucker
And I am so New Orleans like a muh'fucker
It's Young Money and we eating, get your own supper
Make
such a dolt
And he told that sweet young bolt
I hang out with my own tool set
But I'll take you for a spin, don't fret
Oh, you boastful, selfish tool
You showed me no heaven
Two tools surely lost
No remorse ignoring the cost
Here it is
Here I am
Turn it up
Fucking loud
Radio, Radio, Radio
dead and gone they aint coming back
If they say they put me on than that nigga lying
I'm from the bottom keep that tool just to keep from dying
Keep that
tool
I am a vicious young man, oh I am a wicked young man
It's not the games that I play, the movies I see, the music I dig
I'm just a wicked young
With all of your tools
You're taking me down to my molecules
And I just play the fool
While you're breaking me down to my molecules
And I know
I
school, it ain't nothin' new
He done got his first tool, it ain't nothin' new
Mama on that dog food, it ain't nothin' new
He smokin' weed and he
Oh, I'm a fool for you
I'm a fool for you
If you want me to, baby
I'll break some rules for you
(Means I'm a fool for you, I'll be a tool for you)
Oh, you don't care?
Suck my dick
Hmm
JP we got it going
Yeah
Uh, who that? Hmm
Hmm
Yeah, Saucy baby
Yeah, Bust in the room ayy, I got a tool ayy (I
dreams
Ampersand
Ampersand ampersand
Fields ever grown, groves ever green
This is the madness of my dreams
Ampersand
Aools I use the tools
Can you come with us on a little trip
On our rocket ship today
Flying through the sky as we soar and dip
Around the milky way
All the tools you need
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