Lyrics:
They're fighting for my soul
I ain't the man that you thought you knew
I ain't that man no more
Remember when we owned it all
Those days went by so slow
murder them
[Chorus]
I'm a dip-dip diverse, socializer
I'm a hoof flat top rule, in eighty niner
They say Rugged, by now, you should of at least
lanes in a Lac, the made it 3's get me dizzy
I'm low, in a Lexus 4's Spre-O
You steady passing by saying, watching how slow he go
Everytime I'm in
Wearin all black wit a hard hat hangin low over my eyes
And the briefcase right by my side
9-milla glock and a chrome .45 and I know
That all of my
Go with your gut, don't go with your head
It don't matter what the people say
You got a soul that you just ain't willing to sell
Oh, oh
Don't
Mono stereotypes, wide and low moans
Memories of my old life sounds like slow motion
This a long and lone ride through the downfall
Now I'm drowned
Cheshire cat
Done rip you soul
Don't turn your back
Don't turn your back
Car rolls by
Move real slow
Fade it to black
Fade it to black
But
Die for your country, that's shit
There's a Gulf War vet, dying a slow
Cold death and the government says
"We don't know the source of his sickness"
my soul but I'm tryina get this cake
Tryin' to get it done, set a little mansion
Parties by the pool, model bitches dancing
It was just a dream,
Let go of your love
Ride his pulse and you forget
Slow down your time will come
If not tonight surely by the dawn
Take it like a man...
And all that I know
Is still not enough
I'm being held by the one
Shadow tormenting my soul
The curving neck of the swan
The slow turning of a bird?s
make you mine
Gonna take you slow dancing by the water
I just wanna hold you tight
I'm in love with a soul miner's daughter
And I'm gonna make you
try doin' somethin' right
By now you should be ready to slow it down
'cause you know what go 'round come back 'round
Even though it hurt to let
Texas, I'll steal 'em if you want 'em
Grab you by the hips, let's hit it, baby, one more time
Let's see the goods, nice and slow
You've gotta die, gotta die, gotta die for your government?
Die for your country? That's shit!
There's a Gulf War vet, dying a slow, cold death
the sands of time, stampeded by a million broncos
Through the congo, beneath the cosmos, Priest the 5th apostle
I'm like Picasso, I paint a hot flow,
one of this, spiritual bliss (?)
Bangin' with this, it's Jesus Christ till I R.I.P
It's only right, I gotta fight
You meet me by the seventh trench,
Castaway
I was stranded
Tired, cold and branded
By my own heart who calls out your name
I saw the ocean
Endless blue
She dragged me in til I
just cruising
To maintain now I take it slow
I'm in my flow so I can't find the feel so the way where life is peace where I can't safely rest my soul
trip through my scenic path
If I really spit, the kids would hate english class
Do the math, my science will blow up your lab
Slow up your staff, I laugh
beauty know the depths of sin;
Because shame cuts you and holds you like a gin,
And virtue dies in you slain by despair,
Since evil has you tangled
Looking at you I see her face
Through all these years, just waiting
It all catches up to you when you slow down
I'm back in that yard, tasting
It's a dangerous situation, insane
It's a warp on my soul and I've lost all control
[Chorus:]
When I'm all alone and I dream of you
I wake up, I
Breathe, this is what we live for
So take me by surprise and never say a word
Oh, oh, you know, your lips, your eyes, your skin
They paralyze me
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