Lyrics:
I feel like I'm being assassinated by boredom or something
I need some excitement, some adventure, some of that
You know that 'Je ne sais quoi', I
to secret floors
Different rules and secret laws, from the roof you'll see the stars
Only fear boredom in a world of raw materials
Excited by potential,
Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in barely perceptible haze
He continues east, shaking, despite the stuttering convulsions
have enough time so instead
You default to these little biases
Which are determined by pattern
We're pattern recognition machines
Pattern recognition
untouched by the last of the three
Just God's Holy Bible would interest Harold Dee
But he'd read it and recite it in his study for days
Without eating
funny
Then maybe you do...
Maybe you do King Money
King Money, King Money
Standing by the Xerox machine
I want to duplicate some money
Build
could never keep my trousers up
I remember days and crazy nights
Are there any pirates on this ship?
And if they sober up - they'll have us
Home by
to your basement and listen (you're gonna fuckin' check this out)
Lesson three, get a job at a label, switch demos with Canibus
And put yours
to your basement and listen (you're gonna fuckin' check this out)
Lesson three, get a job at a label, switch demos with Canibus
And put yours
And then we'll buy some stinky used girls panties
Out of one of those pervert vending machines
Now we've seen sumo wrestling live
Unless we get dropped by
to that little pink machine
Our relationship is not as healthy as it seems
'Cause our love is being kept alive by artificial means''
Oh, Johnny went down
come to my side (come to my side, my side)
You could fuck with the team (the team)
She said it sound like a choppa (brrt, brrt)
That's a money machine
together
I Want my private space invaded
By a breathing being
Not some random generated
Words from a machine
If you are Johnny Cash can i be June
I hope we
silver toed high heeled boots and a big old horseshoe diamond ring
Hung his big white Stetson hat on the rack by the pinball machine
He walked up
machine
Never know what you mean
[Verse 3]
Whisper words in your ear
Stoke the fire feed the fear
Make it all crystal clear
Till you can't see or hear
Trapped in a Bass Jam Time Machine
Trapped in a Bass Jam Time machine
B- K buttons rocking orange and green
Trapped in a Bass Jam time machine
holding power. If not for a lifetime at east for an hour. But this machine inside my head (ooh, it so cold) I'm hanging by your string never letting go. How
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
(Hey You) Funk machine
You gotta another thing coming when you hit the scene
Take a blue-eyed woman from a magazine
It hits the vein to your brain
(Hey You) Funk machine
You gotta another thing coming when you hit the scene
Take a blue-eyed woman from a magazine
It hits the vein to your brain
three times
Pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go on and do what you say you can do
With a steel-nosed hammer on a four foot switch
three
Lucy she was rocking by my kicking machine
Too many straits and not enough grease
That's when Lucy got it in the chest I think
Lucy Lucy my
[U-God]
Yo yo
I was born with this magnet, warned by the dragnet
About my dirty habits, I got to have it, the super-glow
Deuce Bigelow - Male Gigolo
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
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