Lyrics:
on earth
Holy smokes
You kids and your jokes
Asking where we got our jeans
And where the hell we found our coats
'Cause dirty streets these days are
Tell me, did you practice what you said to me?
Was never there when I was supposed to be
Is that supposed to be some kind of joke to me?
Leave
on earth
Holy smokes
You kids and your jokes
Asking where we got our jeans
And where the hell we found our coats
'Cause dirty streets these days are
we have one of those dog race announcers
Doin' that thing they do
Here comes dog number, up by a nose, headed for finish the line
You know all that
Your jokes are never amusing.
You can talk, talk, talk and not say a thing.
We could fall below and never make a sound.
The truth is frightening now.
My band of soaks, my den of dissolutes
My dirty jokes, my always pissed as newts
My sons of whores (no, no, no, no not tonight) spend their lives
When the rain is pouring down
And there's storm winds in the air
You've got a headache from outer space
And there's trouble everywhere
Your mood is
no, it ain't a motherfucking joke
Bitch, it's all me
Unlike some of them hittas that I see
Some of them hittas is mad at the hitta I be
Hittas wants
outrapping me genius is tragedy
Don’t interrupt cause my mind is corrupted by money and liquor that bottle erupted
I wake up I’m numb be like this forever
of our greed.
This the age of greed.
This the age of greed.
Heroes enslaved by the coward.
An inch forward or a mile backward?
Caring is a corpse. Cold
me sitting pretty in the presence of my enemies
This is not a joke I tell em this is not a fantasy
If I'm talkin bold it's cuz I know who representing
wanna stop and stare
I told her babe I ain't tryna stop this year
I dunno them man there
My team come tru with the di skengman dere
You was in
Such a mystery
The sky pulled by the wind
Encounters the sea
Such a crazy world
The truth is a soft joke
All stays below
And I'm waiting here
I don't
grabbed me by the arms
Pulled me back on the couch
Got that feeling like, "Leave nigga
You need to get out!"
While I think, another drink
Even hit some weed
Greed and money Money and greed is the seed
That breeds robberies and all those evil thangs
That that people will do to get it it's hell tryna live
every dimension
Protecting the world by blunt intervention
We live to kil and kill to live
The principle is always take never give
When cash in hand is
lawyers have advised me that I need to say
That this album does not, in any way
Meant to reflect reality
It's all just jokes, written by me
I didn't get my
I got is nowhere near reality unconscious
If you said my life was fallacy I'd listen close
And challenge what I know
Explains the drama that's
change my mind if you want stay
I'm smoking jokes up, zaza runtz inside my fucking ashtray
Elliante vvs stones, bust down Cartier
drunk then a fuck I'm off
[Chorus]
Gangster life in the city
You know it's hard to stay alive
Because we gotta do or die, ooooh
Gangster life in the city
You know it's hard
Mama told me life was like ballet, you gotta stay on your toes
Crackin' jokes, spin a spoke
Silly question, do I smoke?
Breakfast? Milk and Quaker
thrilled
By anything we loved
And everything we killed
But the biggest risk we'll ever take
Will be to stay here in one place
Swearin' gold is struck
quiet streams
And a window that looks out on the mountains and the sea, oh how lovely
This is where I want to be here with you so close to me
Until
Telling your son a joke
He doesn't think is funny
We'll catch him unawares but
What if he doesn't wear underwear.
Lighting it up
You were so
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