Lyrics:
the booth condition
I'm the one that gives them something to go talk about
Had to lose it all then find it then go make it out
Solo up in the clouds look
Blind to your deficiencies
Just doing as you please
You sold your soul to take control
And now the whole
Population is prepared
To take you down a step
rich and I've lost
Control of time and space, but I keep lying
But I got you
I got you, I got you, I got you, I gotyou
I got you, I got you, I got you,
of France are not our fans mate
We love to live nice and happy too
But ask yourself this does anyone you
Know control the flow of capital
The answer is no
mate
Would love to live nice and happy too
But ask yourself this
Does anyone that you know control
The flow of capital? The answer is no
And if you knew
l'histoire
Nous sommes le pouvoir à condition de le vouloir
Nous les déçus du système nous nous comptons par milliards
Nous avons le devoir de reprendre
It's that new shit I'm on
It's that new shit I'm on
I know it's difficult to process
But I gotta let you go
I let you in with the condition
That I
hearing negativity but leaning on Him through the fray, don't know why I want control, wisdom tells me let it go, there's not a time that He's failed me, if
And god you know
I've tried so hard till the end
To control the fire
Got used to applause
With blisters in my hands
But now its done
It feels like i'm done
The plague decide who lives or dies
cfter God died
cnnihilation was spread
From hate of our minds
c war without control no one will never understand
just a drunk asshole
I'm twenty seven
I cut the rope of coupled wagons
And I'm rolling down the hill
Lost control of the steering wheel
It's such
conditions met
I think a helical get frolic without a wallet
Can't call it
It's disconnect brah so just stall it
The patriotial blood he bleed so slow
Take L
I suffer a condition of headspace,
I guess I've got a mind of my own,
I don't stop to think of the consequences blowing up, oh no,
I can't keep me
with partners
Conditions and charges
I'm tired of losses, I'm drownin' in vodka
So fuck all your gossip, you bitches are toxic, you makin' me
the flow is too brittle
I'm not a realist my floor is the ceiling
Truth the condition, I'm poor by the minute
Tryina stay grinding before I get stricken
So
the misfit's up
In the trees and getting lifted
But I'm low down
Picking up things that I cannot control now
Each day I keep it low-brow
And my life is such
Just like the rain outside
Your body's sweating, dripping wet
And I just can't control myself, no, baby
Be my obsession, my possession
Baby, I
brasse,
dans la vague qui casse
Full court press quand je bois la tasse
Encore su'l'cruise control
D'ins poches un flasque de gnôle
Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!
develop compassion for your condition
So devoid of any substance yet explicit
Is this the genesis of your doctrine?
This cunning sponger takes
la la
Ah ah ah ah ah
There's ruby castles in the air
They're ticking like a bomb
You chase a clinical condition
I wanna get it off
Get my
[Chorus]
Soul, feelings, body
Endless, perceived, limited
Imagine you body departed from your soul,
Still you have control of your thoughts
feeling's diggin' a hole ~ And my thoughts are spinnin' out of control
*CHORUS*
The world is straight typical to rock the traditional ~ Kinda keep it real
what they're trying to do
They're not concerned with your safety
They want to control you, Congress passes
More oppressive laws then they lock us away
Let the smoke take control
And cock the four four before you step out the door
Why, fool it's getting colder
In the West Coast we make you look
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