Lyrics:
of just being me
Living in the shadow feels like the safe place to be
No harm for them, no harm for me
But life is short, and it's time to be free
Love
'Cause I'm Norman Bates with a sense of kindness
But the kind that's sick of being a sickness
Sittin' in the bottom of the shit river ditches
This ain't
suckers take care of ya ho, like 40
I just wanna click with you and dick you
From Cape to the Bay Area, bury ya
Flashin' the dick in ya tonsils
Bend you
up the wood had to check if its medicinal
Now they all want they cut like this shit umbilical
Watching them just pocket the profit political
Pit in
In Santa Monica in the winter time
The lazy streets so undemanding
I walk into the crowd
In Santa Monica you get your coffee from
The coolest
the clouds bout to be a storm
Time we speak the truth not purple stars and unicorns
Huh
I Earned my stripes
Bout time respect the uniform
I'm staring in
come in a hurry and
It's Masta Ace, Steady Pace, Paula Perry and
Eyceurokk with the 4 Building storm and
Welcome to the Bates Motel, my name is Norman
""WHATMYGONNADO""
by Norman Kerner
Girl I wish I was lovin' you tonight
Instead of lying here in bed all by myself -- no it don't feel right
I can't
And right when things couldn't get any intensor
In this fucked up House of Oswell Spencer
Time to turn on your traitor detector
And watch your back for that
in the morning
Yo
From '87 so the vintage stuff is just a given
I've done horrific shit, but most was from a just position (For real)
I've seen some
or four times in a tub, but that's normal, ain't it, Norman?
Serial killer hiding murder material
In a cereal box on top of your stereo
Here we go again,
the party
I'm off the liq my eyes be glossy
Demon time we still on it
You kill the vibe you gon need you a coffin
Bitch I'm a Psycho like Norman
Get in my
weed.
CHORUS
The boys in Colorado just assume pay for gold, the nights are too long the growin season's too cold. They just assume smoke a joint
Brown rocking Jordan's, up in Norman
Hustling hard for my family, tryna make a fortune
Cooking up raps late, call me George Foreman
Cooking in
Turn a track Into a horror show, I get on a beat and I just go attack it
Going in, fully zipped overcoat, I got a bomb hidden strapped up under
When Mum locked me in the coal-shed, after the incident
With the chain-saw and the latex rabbit and the girl guides in the tent
She fed me pancakes
the corner
My youth just cant dream retire
Yet it seems that I dream of having Better days
Revolutionary Pax
Time to make a change
Sandra Bland spoke
She
my sack
You like this groove, and the rap in this session
Don't want you to glimmer, just wanna know why you a mess up
It's okay to mess up, long
More Spider-man Spider-Man
I feel imitated by the Scarlet Spider
Only time a tell who the smarter spider
Ben Reilly's a clone
But he highly atoned
For
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
Surrounded by too many critics
Came within sights of my limits
Living in a maze, puzzling pieces
Plugged in, building racks
These are life hymns not just raps
you just a piss in the gale force winds
Battling me like I have to start busting for you
I'm like a suspect package, I got nothing to prove
Fuck it,
your repentance
I stand by my decisions
And my consequences
Already been judged
Living my life sentence
All alone with no witness
Just these rhymes
other nigga
I don't even give a fuck
Because karma gonna get you
In time
Hollup, be quiet
And listen to these melodies
My lyrics spoken so heavenly
It was
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