Lyrics:
of separate counties with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms
Long Island was porn stars and puppies pushin' sniffles
Fit into
Instead of just some Russian kid
In a suburb on Long Island
Spent summers reading Tolstoy
Drinking vodka from a mug
Turned 30 in the basement
Of the house
tight end
Girl you got that grip
I never slip, when I dive in
Have relations
On a ship, to an Island
Paid vacations
Let 'em trip while we vibing
These
top gutter
I hover over you lames, run for cover, end in your brain
Yeah, you did your thang but not very good
And by the looks of things, You can't
Sometimes (Oh-oh-oh)
Something beautiful happens in this world (Akon!)
You don't know how to express yourself, so (And Lonely Island!)
You just gotta
things used to be now
It's something foreign in their brain waves
So while we're happy here beside the sea
They'd rather chatter in their lonely caves
company pen
I gave my best years to them
For a pat on the back and a shake of the hand
Now I'm stuck here in this box, lonely and forgotten
Cause I'm going
pray to G-O-D, try your luck, I'll bet you see
I bring QC, like I'm P, I be easy, like I'm E
I bought drugs in this car, wrapped 'em in the baby seat
Thats How The Day Goes Thats How
The Niqhts Went Louis Baqs Balenciagas the Ones Talked About By
The Fashion Bloqqers, You Know Me Imma Murcielaga In
a nightmare in disguise
I've tried so hard to stay away
But somehow I end up returning
'Cause I'm so uncertain
You've always been there by my side
Sometimes I
Led by liars, you march towards the End
Blinded by smiles of snakes posing as friends
Their venom seeps into your ears
And our tiny island feels so
islands
Gentle waves reaching their shores
Silent lawns, empty benches
Six stations, then we may pause
Vague feeling like I'd known this one before
A half
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in
We'd crash our bikes and call it a derby
You'd think we were eight but in fact we were fourteen
Back in high school when the kids were so mean
Until
me
Yeah I'm 23 , but i feel like Kobe
Be in the stu all by my lonely
With the crew, I'm with the homies
Got the juice im dripping on me
Off the goose
on my own, not yet grown but only man of the home
To protect my zone in these streets I roam
Dough on d-low, downin' straight shots of Cristal Brothers
I would still be on my feet
Oh, I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
cnd I'm drawn to those ones that ain't
what I'd ask for
Don't you know
On nights like these I feel like there's something bad in my blood
Understood by no one
Don't you know
You're gone in two
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
Stranded on an island
Where I can't do right
I'm surrounded by silence
And the future doesn't seem so bright I'm
Stranded on an island
Where I can't
Stranded on an island
Where I can't do right
I'm surrounded by silence
And the future doesn't seem so bright I'm
Stranded on an island
Where I can't
Youngsters back then tryna hit box sets
DVD's or the blue ray fame
Next big thing in my duvet stains
Considering all of my flaws
I could just blow out
d'oeuvre
Buss di 44, boom! Shot sending, life ending
Mortal wounding, skull not mending
Graving, dem cyaa save by bell ring
Copper chop him up like carrot
Daylight dreamers awaken on
Deserts of desperation
Lonely lives learn to live on
Islands of isolation
Surrounded by violent oceans
Of hate and hopeless
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