Lyrics:
Time is coming to an end
Prepare for the worst to come
You arise but your life has run dry
Show me the answers I've been looking for
Where
and cruel
Spell is asundered
As a plum, dark as late Sunday vernal noons
Who’s more or less unlucky, you or I?
With all of our years gone by
And when one day
Telling ya
Tax time, ain't nothing but a mess
Paying Uncle Sam more an' I'm getting less
The poor stay poor and the rich stay rich
An' I'm right here
Wearing your blinkers
Not to see the abuse
Your food is agony and death
You couldn't care less
Shaved apes as prostitutes
You couldn't care less
Working
you're coming back
Just make sure that you're coming back to me
Save it up and see, yeah
Do what you do
You can run away
The less I see you
The more
first blood
first blood
im takin fucking hard
more blood
more blood
im kill that fuckin scum
damn bitch again run
stab her back im fuckin damn
im
chains I put on me
And tomorrow comes around
I smoke loud and then I grow silent
I blow clouds so my head is less violent
Run out your face pops up I'm
And all that we are, is a conscience behind a cause
Like gears and cogs
And nothing is real, at least not the way I feel
A mile-less wheel
You
I've been there" sentiments
I sense a sentimental song coming along, run along
Before I ask you to dance and all you get is trampled on upon faces
shit!, disgust
Oh shit!, disgust
Philantrophy being hanged by the misantrophy
Wisdom be breadth and run deep as God philosphy
This is a good feeling
of something more
It's never enough to be just one
Of the others from before
Now that I know you will run
At the hint of something more
It's never enough to be
It's like I'm livin' in my casket
I always thought that you would be the one
You never seem to care what I have done
Now all you ever make me feel is
sliders on deck
Silly rap beefs just get me more checks
My life is a movie, I'm never off set
Me and my amigos (no, not Offset)
Swish swish, aww I got them
our backs and run
A little unkind
Is fine in tiny doses
It's time to unwind
And try to feel a little less hopeless
A little unkind
Is fine in tiny doses
[Chorus]
What this world needs is a few more rednecks
Some people ain't afraid to take a stand
What this world needs is a little more respect
For
Another morning, I couldn't care less
Fresh tunes on the stereo
We're all fucked up sound addicts
Out on the meadow
Slightly confused by nothing
or version
Lurking in shadows waiting to rise
Less than I was but still more
Developed but now unsure
Unseen corners of a mind
Which are yet to be explored
take a pull I feel infinitely certain
That my parts don't form a whole and and I'm less and less a person
But with more and more control or at least some
my shoes with no goodbye
I climb the hill and run the shore
There's so much less and nothing more
When you are empty in my arms
I
prominent is you're discontent
Uncovered it
Really making others seem less makes you more powerful
Aren't you big enough yet
Cleaned out the packet
Used all
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
Bought my freedom by a liquor store and
Could feel my hands in mourning
Comfort the seals, the sand is true in steel, a truant portion
Pay me in
hard ain't do shit, but run your list
When a nigga get confronted
All he do is take the fifth
Not the long, talk about the four
Niggas is raw you
I need more
I need more
100 bills
100 more
I need more
Run the score
I need more
I need More
No need to tell em i got it
Im runnin get paid by
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