Lyrics:
let you change my mind
So then I guess we over
I was tryna get closer but then you hit me with the no sir
Aw man my ulcer pain in my chest plate
and these bad bitches
Hot boy
Ulcers
Packing plenty ammo for these vultures of culture
TGB go Pacquiao
I'm packing on these busters
Packing petty green I
Heartache
I feel it every day
I think it's permanent
Must be my ulcer
My words
Are getting flimsier
I'm often late to things
Or I don't go at all
to his stummy Like ulcers
Medics on scene and they checking for Pulser
I’m really Da Guy Yo I cut up like salsa
Laughing to the bank like HAHA
Slide in
the end for that
will never come.
_________________
“Bow to your knees,
till' the reaper start his jokes.
Ulcers consumes
your bowels.
wanna be closer
Put you up against the wall like posters
Feel me growing in your guts like ulcers
Maybe y'all should come over
'Cause we four them leaves
trying to define it, still trying to find it
Still trying to define it, still trying to find it
And I'm spending even more time googling ulcers, feeling
off the sauce cause they vultures
How you want beef and you looking like poultry
You niggas is sweet as a mouth fulla ulcers ooh
17 times for they
Drag me to the stone
Offer acrid discharge
As from an ulcer
Baneful ritualistic scorn
Raised from the sea
My blood - wasted pittance
A slave, i will
your ear
I'm blood-curdling screams you really wanna hear
The ulcer in your liver, that made your doctor give you beer
I'm sleight of hand to steal your
gangsta, new orleans soldier, banging under water,
fuck around and soak ya, lousiana gunner, im bout my holster,
and if you gettin greasy, im an ulcer, im
ulcers
No longer do I dream and my mind is far away
I'm thinking like an animal, almost unconsciously
Soon I'll be nocturnal and knocking over your
get real high at my concert
Tilt and I'm off that shell, aahh I'm back in like Bowser
Stuck in the trash like Oscar, get too gassed like an ulcer
Your lips say one thing
But the drugs say another
How can I massage
This inter-galactic ulcer?
Goodbye sober day
Hello milky way...
Pin my ear
there's road blocks in my brain
No, there's ulcer all on my liver
I keep drinking my stress away
Think my ego's getting so bigger
Think my friends are
Tv dinner and tv news
Leather jackets and cowboy boots
Cut your hair, wear a suit
Get an ulcer, eat fast food
Keep on running 'cause you're always
casket"-type
Ulcers in the mouth of a
Sweet talker
Eat sawdust from the chopping block
Prefer to heed rather if the fucking beat's harder, right
Peace offered
to disease
Don't wanna be responsible for what I thought
I know it's not impossible to clear a spot
Fight
Flight
Freeze
I was an ulcer with no pulse then
be ok relax relax
You don't wanna die today relax relax
You're gonna get an ulcer
Then become food for vultures
Stress is a seriously dangerous
To sustain my brain, so I can sleep all undisturbed and unperturbed
Until the morning comes to take my pulse and drain the ulcer of responsibility
Questioning
to me about Love'n'Pain
consult my ulcer, it'd be happy to co-operate
Wings off Flies, she loves me, loves me not
Uh hey, Joe! Another outa do the job.
You chained our ankles and we worked to the beat
Pained with ulcers and infections, we stepped with rhythm in our feet
To substitute for
something in your eye,
Think yourself lucky you've not got a bad back,
It's pretty sore when you have a mouth ulcer,
But you have got to stay happy...
emotions
Make me want to lift my leg
Dog's Life
Its rough.
Round and round and round you go
Where you land you don't know
Your ulcers are complaining now
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