Lyrics:
fucking head
And I wanna feel like that kid in the street car passing by
I'm living life maybe I have the courage to be me
I don't care what was said to me
leprechaun St Patrick Ware
Time went by and he grew old
Forged a rainbow so I’m told
Voyaged to the end N’ claimed a pot of gold
Joy for the kids St. Patrick
attack
Lock the doors, hide your kids
cnd listen to the punkrock hits
Spike your hair, meet your friends
It's up to you, this never ends
Closing time,
First class ticket to the end of the world
Cheap cigarettes and uptown girls
My buddies and me are getting real well known
The bad guys know us,
suck dick.
***** you are not shit.
You ain't got no talent.
cfter this one you gon' be silent. Tragic.
Like magic, never to be seen again by ya
Counting seconds I saw headlights blinding our eyes in the mirror
Vanilla skyline and me by your side maybe theres nothing to fear
Top down fast lane
to take me home
Wanna to be my cuddy buddy
So I gotta "day and night" like Kid Cudi
Especially wanna love me
She wanna thug me
I can take your girl
wife and kids through hell
sick bastards, sick bastards
sick bastards, we'll get you in the end!
what makes you think that she deserves
the pain
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two
kids all puzzled
many say my mouth’s what ought to git muzzled
time just trickles away
it tickles me to say,
that the key to success is on a....janitor’s
back,
Drunk, put her on the business end of his favorite couplet from Corinthians,
Sunk into the comforts of a kid again,
Enough to share the stuff
What if this storm ends? And I don't see you
As you are now ever again
The perfect halo of gold hair and lightning
Sets you off against the planet's
the deal with this big charade
Using your kids to make the for you page
The kings and queens of the digital age
Flying by, flying by, flying by
But they
on the corner for his kids and wife
Works all day trying to make ends meet
just the same as everybody does down his street
Mr Zuvaloppa got a brand new car
But he
away
Keeping it real when not much is, is hard enough I'm telling you kid
Be low down and hold out for a cool kind of end
cnd I tell you... It's
FlyLo, Lupe, I go
Metabolize on the scattered snare
With the banana pies that he don't like
Like mosquito bites on the shins or ankles
In the end it
try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook
Want some of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up missin
Let's get it straight for the '89 tip
an engagement ring?
Something for the little lady, something for the little lady
Something for the little lady, hmm
Three for a dollar
We got a year-end
Yeah
I was lost I was like tv
A dead end road with no meaning
Love to be a kid with no worries
It seems so hard
Oh it seems so hard
So hard to be
long road
Took a tumble down this black hole
Stuck in Sunday League but I'm on levels with Ronaldo
A legend in the making, as a kid I dreamed I'm Al
the avalanche
Don't be so hard on yourself, kid, it's only the end of the world
And if you look closely, I'll teach you to break out the fears of every boy
Rock out!
Free the bass
Go!
Black kid beatin up the white kid
White kid beatin up the black kid
Aren't you ashamed of what you did?
Never put
he get eaten by a shark
So big that he a landmark
Fuck Sean too
Actually fuck the whole crew
Actually no. Miguel's cool
Sean and Zack smell like beef
His life is at its end
His legacy lives on
Oh oh oh black gold
Oh oh oh black gold
My grandpa dug and dug
For that old black gold
To raise his only kid
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