Lyrics:
it's like I'm stuck in the times
Hope for better days, gotta get mines, get out this cage
Full of rage on my life, now I express it on stage
Relieve
Ah, an afternoon alone with my favorite book
"Broadway Musicals of the 1940s"
No roommate to bother me
How could it get any better than this?
home
She forgets the days of the drunken haze
And waiting by the phone
They lie in bed with nothing said
As she gently falls asleep
He thinks about
Explosions are over the moment they happen
The slow burn is better, though half as dramatic
Don't act as if you've lit the places I've travelled
Another day is dawning, out on the lonely plain,
Here am I a'drovin' on the big beef train,
There's drivers there before me, some behind me too,
maybe I don't know, but I don't think so, slip and slide out on the lawn so sad those days are gone, grass stains on all of his clothes, got yelled at by
(Willcox)
This is your five minute call five minutes ladies and gentlemen thank you
Where's my lunch?
Where's my fucking lunch?
Big big tears
By
Day of reckoning
No use excusing
The answers are not there
No use pretending
That it gets any better than this
I was drunk by noon on new years day
In the hills outside of town some place
With the smoke and the wine
And a stranger's eyes
Smoke
Denied my application?
I'm not a slave of your institution
You want a weapon of mass distraction
I'll give you a demonstration
Oh by the way,
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
I watch the night turn into day
So many things I dare not say
Pacing a square into a sphere
So scared to check if you're still there
Are you
(Wou) Designer flow, M+ mý clothes, na sobě designer jeans
M+ bandana na krku, dostanu co chci – by any means
Jestli nevěříš na čas, tak čas ti
pomoc
Za všetky moje chyby platím hotovosť
Ooh, yeahViem, že by sa chceli dostať medzi nás
Myslia si, že pristúpiš na pravidlá
Vidím v tebe veci,
Ten minutes to morning
A new day begun Aaaahhhh
All memories behind me
Chasing the sun Aaaahhhh
If I could do over, turn back the hands of time
I'd
a glass bowl
And I trembled
Fearing ti be cracked
Or I felt as if
I had committed
A horrible crime
(But... which one?)
Sinking off (only)
At night
Then I
Wou, designer flow, M plus mý clothes, na sobě designer jeans
M plus bandana na krku, dostanu co chci by any means (Wou)
Jestli nevěříš na čas, tak
táhněte do kundy, čau
Jednou komunista, vždycky komunista (big facts)
Samej populista, same shit different day
Nevím, co si vybrat
Tenhle track je nářez
Do you know how it feels
When there's nowhere to hide
With the world at your heels
And no one's there by your side
Everyone's got a view
But
me!
You laid me to death, now lay me to rest
A sticky sweet-nothing to get off your chest
It's all pillow-talk at the end of the day
The cat's got
As long as my limits stay high as that sun in the sky, there is no way I'm not gonna shine
Each & every day that i open my eyes, I'm thankful that I have
things to me
When my parents found out they said I needed therapy
I refused to talk to anyone, I kept it together
To this day I don’t blame him, I know he
It’s not the mighty Mississippi
not the sunshine in LA
it’s not a snowed capped Rocky Mountain on a warm summer day
It’s not the glow of glow
young thug finna catch the back door
It's the KG I love to drop heavy flows
I blow the door door off all day
Niggas know I don't trip
Niggas know I
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