Lyrics:
I wake up the next morning broke as hell
Not for long 'cause my records sell
My heartbeat's kickin' like a gun shot
Why not? That's who I made it
to see?
Maybe not too bad at all
Will I get by?
My indecisions where to go from here
It's buggin' me
And I sit by
While all decisions made
Made for me
to see?
Maybe not too bad at all
Will I get by?
My indecisions where to go from here
It's buggin' me
And I sit by
While all decisions made
Made for me
to see?
Maybe not too bad at all
Will I get by?
My indecisions where to go from here
It's buggin' me
And I sit by
While all decisions made
Made for me
to see?
Maybe not too bad at all
Will I get by?
My indecisions where to go from here
It's buggin' me
And I sit by
While all decisions made
Made for me
Old man sitting by the side of the road
He's not watching the birds today
He's not watching the sunset like he always does
He's looking
tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot
or food, that's not a decision
The 99 percent, is man tryin' to vent
Police grab my fuckin' arm, then they got bent
Now it's in a splint, I can't pay my
It's not my imagination
It's a no win situation
There's no way to get away from
>From my love
I've got you cornered with my devotion
I've got
Hello, kiddies no, it's not Mr rogers
It's Jimmy, with a little tale
Hmm, maybe you'll like this
I know, I never should have
Written this song i
machine
Since 1964, the group had used four track for
All their album albums by but 1966
They found their musical arrangements usually
Required more tracks
and kissin your girl
Relax, lay back, unwind, cause now is time to chill
Setting the mood, by the use of this groove
Is an ingenious, perceptive, brilliant,
getting darker day by day
Love is less important all the way
God is not with me and not with you
You are not for me, I’m not for you/
War The war is my
Can get it off by tomorrow
It's wicked when my favorite uncle kick it
Fiends trying to kick the addiction
Of sucking glass dicks
Vivid images go against
truly know me
Most of my dawgs bossed up
Youngin' jumped inside the game, he got some fuckin' diamonds
We make temporary decisions, change
When I was in the third grade, I thought that I was gay
'Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight
I told my mom, tears rushing
Reaping the wind through this mortal shell
In the wake of destruction this will not fail
Walking with shadows defined by my suffering
Feeding
night I pray (I pray)
Every single night I can feel it
Passing by
(I pray)
Tell me you need me
To love you
Anyway
It's not like we'll be here
Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more)
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking,
you if yo mental is in chains
I respect we ain't the same
So don't be speaking on my name
Yeah
I'm not the type to okie dokie fake the funk with ya
When
from when I was into opiates and lace at least
I got out of my heroin phase but not a day goes by when I Can't remember the taste
Not a day goes, by
I'm losing my religion
Thank God
I prayed about my decision
How odd
For the man with the mic
To be the man all his life
While Christ-like
Their low decision
With it till the end
I met a blue then
I'm more wire
What am I?
Quote a manly lady
'Cause that's not why you hear
Separate
and damned by cursed decisions
I made without a shred of regret
When will Hermes comes to collect me
When will my luck surrender to debt
To the brink of my
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