Lyrics:
done spread around the world
Well, his top be low, his bottom is the reefer
Looking like the reaper in your driveway
Straight spoon your living room
up in a single wide with a poster of Kid Rock
And when you start out from the bottom, son, you scream when you're on top
From a muddy truck,
covert, I stuck to the code and you don't know the code word
Once they turn me up and just know that it's over
My soul is on soulless, surrounded by
timeout just to introduce everybody
So let me just introduce everybody
I need from the people up top
From the people on the bottom
And the people in
you mean I'm white trash? Grab my nuts and kick your poodle in the face
I'm sick to the soul with hate
'Cause I'm the bitch that society raped
So
High on a hilltop near your home
There stands a dilapidated old mansion
Some say the place is haunted
But you don't believe in such myths
One dark
right' and by both they mean money
Where to meet your needs one must feed the greed
Of the wealthy while so many live in abject poverty
I see no positivity
done your time on the bottom line
And it ain't no thrill
There's got to be something more
Keep a hold on still
You know what it is you're waiting
And the welfare's asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
And it's creating a feeding ground
For the bottom feeders of hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass
On his face he vomits
If the heavens above had rejected your soul
Never are you lost without a place to go
Deeper to the bottom of hell's eternal fire
Moving righteous in my own lane, speaking power with the words I say
Peep the beauty in my bars, let your soul vibe with what I create
I move with pure
to put the bottom in their face
Back in the thirties when the dust bowl dried
And the woods in Alabama didn't see no light
My Daddy played poker by
Everyday's a big cipher to me
Writing raps like Frida painted
Pain into medicine
We freeze the moment and edit it
Fire in penmanship
Feel it all, don't
Hope
Yeah, I'm on my way, I'm coming
Don't, don't lose faith in me
I know you've been waitin'
I know you've been prayin' for my soul
Hope, hope
jump to conclusions
I came back your ass was on the moon
Planted seeds I rooted for you
You my lil summer bloom
You know chiropractic soul reaching
I'm taking a moment just imagining that I'm dancing with you
I'm your pole and all you're wearing is your shoes
You got soul, you know what to do
get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
My soul was crushed like a tall boy
Underneath the boots on the curb
And I’m still picking up my molars
Nightmares are the lest of your problems
'Cause in this food chain you're at the bottom
You are the problem, so pray for your soul
In the presence of guilt
tired of breathing
And overwhelmed by everything that's on your mind
And you'll find yourself at the bottom of the barrel
To forget these days, to forget
staring at a pricey piece of glass
I know your plans, what you ate, what you wore, I know your face
And every thought sent to that bluebird of destruction
to the bottom of this
Take you with me
My soul was crushed like a tall boy
Underneath the boots on the curb
And I'm still picking up my molars
And putting them
Servitude channeled through
Churning black centrifuge
Swallows you whole
Commodifies your soul
Affinity lures me
Back to humanity
Anchored by
get to the bottom of this
Take you with me
My soul was crushed like a tall boy
Underneath the boots on the curb
And I’m still picking up my molars
bleed blood
We all feel pain and we all need love
And i believe in equality of the sexes
So if your holy book says otherwise i suggest you get an edit
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