Lyrics:
will
To look upon what once had been
Snowflakes fall upon my back
My front is scorched by fire so bright
From staring deep into this pyre
Upon this
sprite you know it gets my fucking mind right
What's the plan now
What's the plan now
What's the plan now
Oh, get your bands up, yeah
What round is it?
You put is all on welfare and try to keep us tame
The food stamps we get so we don't question the system
Spread diseases on us and blame it
(yeah, go)
Question (what? Speak for 'em)
Who from the city done did it like me? (Huh?)
I'm just tryna see, I don't see nothin' but me (Bagg)
frames so i copped em
I dont give a fuck cause Im nonchalant
I dont care what your making cause its not a lot
Believe that, got 10 bands for anyone who
friend who treats me right over you any day because
we don't care shit to impress each other cause we like
the Adolescents or Bad Brains.
I like what I
flexin', they mess with the way that I be dressin'
I can tell she obsessed by the way that she been textin'
When I hit up Starr, we be messin', what was
Sometimes I stare in the mirror and don't know who I am
I feel like Joe in the Bible, why is what I scream
My eyes don't even clear with drops of Visine
The love is realer than you've ever seen
Who are you
To ever question
What I think
If you ever feel neglected
you know who to link
Who to
Who
no fan of Tris
Suck dick she ain't gettin' no kiss
All my life i seemed to question shit
Like why is you like this , or why is you like that?
I'm
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
to kiss me
Met you thought you was a blessing
Came to find out you was a hoe
My question is do you miss me?
Do you miss the way you use to kiss me with
By the time I get to you, I might be shovelling the snow
You know what?
This time, I'm actually talking bout coke
You care what I say now?
Ah, ah,
designer
She know she a rider
Take care her daughter
Didn’t have a father
But hold up she put that behind her
She run up them bands
Need her advance
Never
who's who or who's the man
Was hoping that you dudes would understand
Ain't no groupies just good dudes with true fans
You need a huge band when you
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
and comfortable feeling of being a punk rock band.
Is what I need this time of year when peoples need to consume.
Get way out of hand?
The world is getting
(Gone)
For Him to save me
Did I look too hard (Hard)
For imperfections
Is it so wrong (Wrong)
For me to question
A man who claims (Claims)
To speak for God
we see is what bothers me
Of people who lie and forget about democracy
It's been years but the pain won't disappear
We're filled with fear, until
bands i dont give a fuck if i die yea yea
Do what i want bitches upset
I dont want friends i just want bands
Shit get really wild
When u wanna flip a bag
bleed
Watch you bleed
From all those guys who leave you in serious purgatory
I know what you need
What you need
What you need
So please come back to me
and all my blood, sweat, and tears
Is the reason I'm standing right here willing to die for mine
Blinded by the shadows of crooks
Another day another page
feeling wish you could feel it
So then you'd know what the deal is
Life like a vulture
Devour me piece by piece
Problem is I ain't dead
And its hunger
Question sir
Why you keep saying America is responsible for the changing of the temperature
Your lack of character, is not even American, I know some
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