Lyrics:
(W.H. Auden)
Victor was a little baby, into this world he came:
His father took him on his knee and said:' Don't dishonour the family
Name.' Victor
Been a dream to be a rockstar
But the fame life too bizarre
Fame will change a man
yeah I came too far
Never forget my battle scars
Too many do much
times
I remember scraping up the change just to get by
Woah
Woah
I remember living life
Back when it was simpler times
Cruising through the city
ya'll think its funny
people think its worth alot of money
so i give an sample to scully and mulder
gotta write it up in a little black folder
FBI wanna
told
And I could have sworn he never would have showed
So I stop down by the bar and grab my drink
Yeah I need some fuel to help me sit and think
But all
This little dream might fade away
There I go talking out of my head again
So baby, won't you come and put our two hearts together
That would make me
it's been so long
Since I have known the truth
Those dreams we've left abandoned
And I'm haunted by your face
And the memory of your kisses
Sweet
It`s strange sometimes I think paranoid clutchin` my waist
A fake couldn`t relate to,
Drugs and honeys,
My hugs are funny
And thugs blow slugs for
With morning rise erections
Shaping songs about big dope and money
From dreams of a dream
Young cats believe
Saturate sheets with want
For finer
heard
Through all the cloud and the dust
I was close to laying in the hearse
It's funny how I got saved by this verses
Show respect my name written
my thing, I'm kinda getting a little tired of all that's hidden
That's the reason I'ma speak my mind
Keep from going insane now work with it
We in
with your own two hands
He was backwoods, backwards, used words like:
no sir, yes ma'am, by god, be darned, hell yeah I'm American..
and all
away from the grey just a bit of the time
Yeah, kinda funny how this world can treat you
Like a freak in a sideshow, a carnival creature
Climbing
I’ve got my eyes open wide to the ceiling
I’m lying on my back in the center of a room
I’ve got a voice giving me a funny feeling
Its telling me
light
Need that amethyst, that rose quarts, that fluorite
Crystal vision, intuition, foresight
Even my lucid dreams started getting more bright
Now I
control a descendant of St. Nicholas
I'm gifted
Capitalism
Capitalized
By capturing niggas
We were enslaved
Locked up in chains
How is this
to run it
Hangin' out the windows
Me and Gizzle with them dracos
That's not accidental
Bitch I'm monumental, and you not fundamental
Stay surrounded by
I get enticed
By all these funny looking Objects.
But soldier man like me
I work on being and not on having.
I understand Priorities, then
fought and we fucked and we fought
I always took your side
Now I'm waitin' out this fever
Dream you're sliding quarters into parkin' meter
A little
time
Tell me...
(BFAP):
Every day's a different day, it's funny how time fades away
We play in underground caves making beats everyday
>From my
He'd get to the top
And the dream would have to stop for Glamour Boy.
It doesn't do to worry.
Feel a little sorry for Glamour Boy.
Spending all his
Underpants
You really want us to believe that bullshit
I mean that wasn't even funny
Wasting our time by listening to your fabricated night journey story
me
Yeah she for me (Yeah she for me)
Rock star baby
Oh I swear she a ride, die (She a ride or die)
Drown my little baby in Chanel
Fuck a Prada
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