Lyrics:
gay son!
He loves his son
He loves his son
His dead gay son!
Now, I say my boy's in heaven!
And he's tanning by the pool
The cherubim walk
gay son!
He loves his son
He loves his son
His dead gay son!
Now, I say my boy's in heaven!
And he's tanning by the pool
The cherubim walk him
'cause she can tell by the way a nigga smiling, yeah
Had a famous hoe in this sports car
Dunno if she from Geordie Shore or Love Island (no clue)
She
president
No one better then cold I'm a veteran
Leavin tha game with the flu and no medicine
Been raised by the number one hustler
I've been gettin it every
By foreign shores we tread our way
No clue of what's beyond
A lurking threat unknown to man
An ancient force of prey
Through time and space we
""In the public eye they抳e fabricated you. Chose your selling points to sell. Became an object they can hate or pursue. But no one asked just how you
So many people(3x)have no clue There is no sincerity(3x)in
what they do Do you love music-or financial gain?
Take pride in creation-or searching for
was double
I remember when
When I ain't have no pot
When you piss on the floor you stay pissed of a lot
I remember when I was searchin for answers
In
dark enemy.
Infestation, you can;t see,
Realisation is yet to be.
Infection, pumping through,
They don't know, haven't got a clue.
Remember what it was
No no really, this one's on me
I'll let you get the next time
We go out for coffee
'Cause I wanna know
All about your history
Open my eyes
We
the goodies endin' up with a bruise,
Lookin' for clues,
I got nothin' to lose,
Man this girl gotta go I don't want her to stay,
Ooh yeah you know I know
and missles flying, the press is lying and there is no denying.
Step back so you won't get sprayed by assassinating cuts that the, that the Mojo lay.
really were trying
Ohhh your so wet, "My pussy's crying"
I need an eye exam and a vagina with no diaphragm
Or condom, I'm pond scum, I'm going to buy
staring at my resume?
Don't stare at my resume
I made up half of my resume
Look at me
Stop looking at that, look at me
No, not at my shoes
Don't look
alot has changed now for you and I
I had no clue that I would write a song for you and
it would change some lives
Kids with tears in the eyes
they now come
I been trying to write this line
But the years've gone by in no time
And you know that it's not easy for a boy in love
But I had to find a clue
Rolls by with a smile a winking eye
It's so intense he's so in touch
It's way too loud yeah shut it down
And turn it off we've had enough
These
true"
I'm so old school I was at the first supper serving soulfood
And Arroz con Pollo', but I bet you had no clue
That pilgrims were the first
The prowling demons side by side
The final proof that death is life
The reapers army built to kill a tragic return to our world
I can see the terror
the world a stranger
No one calls and yout life's in danger
If the money's gone without a trace
And your longing for a familiar face
Cars collide and people
(Todd Cerney/Stewart Harris)
Sneakin' out of the back door way to soon
Not a clue about love under the moon
But she's seen all of those movies
women down there too
But that's for rope soap romeo
That bum ain't got a clue
Just for viewin' pleasure
Head down by the pier
Think of all
Ain’t nobody ain’t nobody standing in my way now
They can get it they can get it any fucking day now
Muthafucka I’m the dead and I don’t dance no
Vision is clouded by the clues and claims
The body I owned is now for sale
No longer whole you can buy fingernails, skin and brains
Cut off my head so
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