Lyrics:
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big Sea Water
Downward through the evening twilight
In the days that are forgotten
From the land
made me into a case
They were so kind to make me the kind
That carries out his revolution by instinct
NEVER STRUCK YOU THE PILLS THEY MADE TO CURE
fucked with the lighting
Grabbed me by the thoughts and pulled
Me tight like a kite string
All right
Let's hear it for contestant number one
What's your
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
me.
My last album sold a million copies.
Me and the maestro, laying the beat.
DJ scratches from my homeboy Pete.
Dangerous music is what you hear
and a zombie
Oh, tell me more, boy (yeah)
Sounds like a fantasy
Oh, what could go so wrong
With a girl and a zombie?
You're from the perfect paradise (ooh,
alarm for work
You're certain you're gonna hear that sound
Who told you you're gonna wake up
Tell me, cause I need that now
Tryna find comfort
How can I
led by your feelings
You better be hearin' now, everything that I am telling you now
I can see that you hear me
Your eyes are so teary, I know that
Drillers and Trappers
Trappers and Drillers
Link up for me on this one
Yo JM Val we have to make sure I sound nice
They need to hear me
You gotta
that shows me, slut
You're not opposed to
A crazy motherfucker from the street
Attitude sad, ‘cause I'm tearing up
MC Ren controls the automatic
Can't
appears you're still mad at me
Waking up is hard enough, I don't know how to start
I gotta get my mind away from you by going to the cinema
but who am I
living in the end of days, there ain't no stoppin it
You're ominous, probably gonna topple this metropolis
Apocalypse upon us any way that you polish it
And if you're gonna accept those stakes
You gotta do certain things
It's business
Soldiers
We follow codes
But here's what they don't tell you
Yeah that
on you
And you do understand, my dear, that you must pay me to be free
That's what I said
You're gonna pay me for my years and my tears
And all my
understaffed, overworked
And overseen by people who can't ever understand
How it feels to live life like you and me
Patients lying in the corridors
'Cause
Riddle me this
What vile fiend spews forth from a brackish abyss
Enshrouded in the blackest mist
Your life's an adequate sacrifice
The weak-minded
to ought
This is the world
It ought not to be
A better way is possible
You're not gonna stop me
Caught up to the 90s, new faces same villains
New
the dice
- And wait for your day
- If you're in it for the vanity you're gonna loose your sanity, your purity of mind and soul for sure become non-entity
Through the night you can hear them
Twisting you mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me you can't see a thing
Torches blazed and sacred chants
You're talking
But I don't care
No I don't hear
You are not here
So why do you talk
Like you went there
You are not there
You don't go there
When I touch
Somethin' is up, it ain't the man, slip in reality fate is the end
Tell me how that even works? Pressure hits I'm gonna burst
Feeling like I made the worst,
watch your back
'Cause we're after your punk ass
By God, we're gonna jack it
Your journey is small time, and your show is over
You're 'bout as lucky
fear, and I fear, you’re irreplaceable
Why won’t you stop haunting me
Every time that you’re drunk, always blow up my phone
Probably came back home, from
a personal thing, it's not you
Okay sorry for doing it
No, no, it's just a personal thing, it's not you
Okay cool. Yeah
Uhhh, so you're from Minnesota?
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