Lyrics:
I was waitin' to vote down at city hall
Watchin' gas go up and the stock market fall
When he asked me, "you waitin' on obama?"
I said, "I guess
THE STRANGERS
It was the night
When the great event took place
O lady of the straw hat
With your Rembrandt picture face.
I see you on your light
arrived in a black hawk black heart touched down
Blacked out sipping black stout it's the Black Dan Fouts
Tossed bullets bless you
I'ma great laker, where
Hahaha
Fross
(It's Great John beats, baby)
Movie bitch
For the opposition, I make movie clips
Goofy bitch
Nigga done got shot up for that goofy
Source of cosmic link gently lead
My romantic dream
Seasons of white snowy true words
Inspiration's soul
Who speaks for all
Awakes new hope
Great ambitions
Delusions of what you used to be
Lost in confusion
Your mind betrays you
Losing sight of your true north
Lies walk by your side
Great ambitions
Delusions of what you used to be
Lost in confusion
Your mind betrays you
Losing sight of your true north
Lies walk by your side
find a balance, in this great divide
I’ve lived a life that has shown me both sides
Weighted down by bitter highs and captive lows
I’ve fought with both
the scarlet glittering street
scarce could hear the music for the cheers
And you scarce could see the house-tops for the flags that flew between
The bells
rising, as He had said
On the third day, from the dead
Now after the Sabbath, first day of the week
Mary went down to the tomb, there was a great quake
We sang out thanks and complaints
We burned fat
Arranged bones in the flames
Each bird a great catch
Our songs were spells
And our spells were
I've spent years on the scene and i've done my time
I was never given anything, i've earned what's mine
I defy all lines, I will not retreat
You
'Cause you know everything
Hangs from a golden chain
Around your white neck
I'm spendin' time now
With the great ones
That hang from your ceiling
You
The jewish boys smoke Parliament cigarettes
And drip sweet sweat through their white collared shirts
Boys how great is it to breathe in the fresh
I got this one new ting she’s amazing in bed
Great with her head
Kick back blazing a Z
She knows how I feel about making the bread
But I can’t make
Ruth? or
The Great White Hope like I'm Narcan
Or the popular vote?
Or a good first-person shooter
For an empire on the ropes
I'm off my meds in the Tesla
Hate on the trigger is a deafening sound
Faggot nigger hit the ground
A day in the life of the great machine
Men in hoods of white parade in
ages
They're all out to cane their wages
Proper chuffed that we turned up
'Cause a week of work can get you wound up
Jukebox has got a great selection
Baby, you just don't know
(Just Don't know)
How we do it in the Midwest
This is how we do it when we do It on the Midwest
This is how we do it when
You better love loving and you better behave
You better love loving and you better behave
Woman in Chains woman in Chains
Calls her man the Great
Crazy silly monsters
They think everything is great
Black and white not colour
Eight by ten, no bigger
Not tonight it ain't...
White folks still gettin ahead
Niggas still running in place
Cause he'll still run in my place
And I'll still shoot at his face
The day we love ourselves
Two's on a draw that was Qwayback Qwayback
Pedalling piff no breaks man
Sunset smoke by the lakes and talking trips to the far east Asia
Me and bro
license
A clean slate you still looking great
Know how to make check stubs and cook a steak
Breaking up with ya baby father he cheated major
You got
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