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Wrong State of Mind

Clawfinger

Clawfinger

1999

nose
My family tree is a mystery that comes from all over the place
So tell me the logical definition of a perfect race
Some people are dressed in

sweaters in the sink
Now the chain and my watch is gold Dweller with the link
I'm making cheddar, what you think?
Gettin' better by the blink
Let's save

Call me Kip Kinkel, my flow is murdering fools
When I go off like white buls in suburban schools
Splurging's cool, I done blown mad cash and then

And come back 5 times before he's released
At age 18
Swiped off the streets
And set up by these punk police
Convicted of 5 counts of murder
All

on ya...

FORTYFIVE forty-five is slower when it spins on our recorder and before they all come over my oh myshook as the wheel spun, lost from everyone,

it's a part of my essentials i'm only fearing God[00:39.21]I gotta keep A Rod i can't leave it i ain't J-Lo[00:41.33]It ain't a game though[00:42.08]By

with them hits
Drop by with the drip
Keep on looking at me cockeyed
But I
Don't mind it a bit
Smile and I grin
Eyes red and white looking something like

the cut Like a barber 
I always go harder, yeah 

Fold it over go and count up the bread
Keep the piece by the side of my bed
Late nights when I'm stuck in

Man Down

Grieves

The Collections of Mr. Nice Guy

2019

is black and white like it's a wonderful life
You either got it or don't really how much more simple can it get
This ego over talent thing see I'm

letting off steam, I don't wanna hear any questions
Shut up and listen, I ain't got grey hair these are white extensions
It's windy I'm pissing, all over

from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies

do it uh I done it, uh

Do it uh, do it uh, do it uh I done it, uh
Yeah, I probably do it, bitch, I done it
Paid my wages, paid and  full
Come in

couldn't make them accept me
I accept all my blessings, I expect the troubles that come along with my complexion
Because my mind is a weapon the FBI put

a hoe before yo wife , nigga
Better yet , never put a hoe before yo life , nigga
A nigga cooking dope , but I ain't talking bout no white , nigga
I'm

But if you speak- with P,
She'll- say don't B- my B- He'll- never pick you over me...
Degz and Dami-
On holiday- Scoring goals,
#Shescominghome-
You

I got it going on 
Just like I had ya girl with her flip flops on bent over on the futon 
This ones for the ones who judge my life by my wrongs (haha)

a laugh 
I tell you what I like Wildings at Christmas mate

I grew up in Newport in the nineteen eighties
Hanging by the castle with all my mates
Sparking up

out by herself 
Prolly ain't missing 
Most likely she ran away for some attention from somebody else 
How come these organs they grabbing to traffic are

the hell I ain’t got a Passport
Not the one you needa test
F’s come with N’s
It be your last score
Ain’t daylight savings over
Why he gotta mask for?
I been

world by the hand of God
Vrillon give me a ray gun
With military usurpation and collective self defense my persuasion
Break the white horse prophecy out

desperation
In the same old fight
Brown vs. white
Brown gotta fight for what is right
Gotta show what we're about
Thank God we kicked em out
Thank God we kicked

and proved
My partners bout to come over so go in the room
Every time I show her the moves
She go to the moon
That was my manicure in the cut when she posted

Let me be your one and only (yeah)
In a trance with me
I know the guardians look over me
(yeah, yeah) enchanting, I still see it, one
False move on your

This some shit you gotta spark up to
Some chill cool shit
Sound like it's made by The clchemist or something
cight but listen listen

This song ain't