Lyrics:
life
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
It's been another long day
Working in the booth with the cadre
Over at the studio on Broadway
returning home; I wonder if you'll be greeted at the door by your daughter
Hayley Sloane, that's what you always wanted to call her
Or has that changed?
So
the birth of the Crafty doctrine
Properganda hit stores I refuse to wait
Sales were mediocre but the reviews were great
I walked down a long winding road just
a bone
Asking myself: please forgive them, leave them on the long road to run
what they did was what they had to do and it has been fucking done
Swinging
Following the yellow brick road…And still getting lost
Only thing they know is to keep they verses cataloged
So freestyles sound closer to beating cats with
a crockpot got me hotboxed
I'm off two shots this a free throw
Life is on the line niggas getting foul
But I see the signs it's a long road
Look in my red
like all I did was wrong for so long
You accused me
Of the one thing that you hated in me
But it wasn't true
And the only one who betrayed us was you
the king was my birth right
On the road to riches robbing hikers on a dirt bike
I only steal your heart so you don’t have to clutch your purse tight
You
to me
What good would it do me
It's no secret where I've been
And I have worn so thin
And she can see through me
I don't believe a word of it
Can't come
what you want is me,
'cause it's a long and lonely road.
I know you're doing what you can
But I never thought it would be so hard to love
Said I got me a bad, bad feeling
My sugar sweetie, she just don't live here no more
(So I'm makin' on down the road, see if I can by me some booty!).
the hood, young black and supahuman
Caught up in the game of blocks and cops run your block
Intercourse with witches and hunted by warlocks
For props,
Coming home like an Iraq vet
So now the time and the place is set
It's been a long haul, ready to go
Circle up, c'mon start the show
So I can breath
lips, she a bad bitch
Coke on the weekends, bad habits
She move like she angry, she got mad hips
Drink frozen margaritas by the gallons, yeah
Been
think straight" (Quincy tell 'em)
If he goes jail, I'll wait
Yeah, I'll wait (wait)
Get the Biscotti by the crate (Biscotti)
It's a long road I've
Ring-a-ling-ling-ling, ring-a-ling (ring-a-ling)
Someone say the money call, ring-a-ling (ring-a-ling)
By any means I'm getting more, ring-a-ling
As long as our eyes are still this colourdull glass
I will not now know her still
This parched scorched earth
Endless wheel of suffering
Great ocean of pain
the wings
Scar on your lip
A story far too long to tell
The story best forgotten
Our party in hell's been cancelled
Due to fire and thick smoke
soon someday
Candle flickers in the corner of my mind
It has been so many years
Filled with laughter, filled with tears
I just hope the memories linger
to the ground
And Katie-Lynn, we all feel we've let you down
Katie-Lynn, I am unsure of what to say
'Cause you and I both know it's been too long
Katie-Lynn, it
There’s that old store my regular spot
Sometimes I go there other times not
It’s been there so long that’s just the
Way that it is
I don’t want
I?)
Crashin' out the road, show these pussies how to really swerve it (yeah)
Tellin' my dad it won't be long 'til I get home, but that's a lie (sorry)
bright to sight so its big enough
Taking back control of our lives so we pick it up
On the red rocks, is where I lay my head
Thinking long and hard bout
Had an epiphany, and this what it seems
These smoking mirrors don't wanna believe
For far too long they've been plottin on me
The stories unfolding
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