Lyrics:
Strings unfold with a drum roll
Tell you the unofficial story
Rumsfeld's sons told
I sat down, he stood up, one spoke
He had a rope tactical under his coat
pressed
Don't know what's under my tactical vest, I put a rubber knife right in your chest
I'm answering the test as if I'm making a kill
My sensei was
It was a very cold clear fall night
I had a terrible dream
Billy Name and Brigid were playing under my stair case
on the second floor about two
It was a very cold clear fall night
I had a terrible dream
Billy Name and Brigid were playing under my stair case
on the second floor about two
You can catch me in an orange
Bandanna with a swagger elite
In a normal whip
Sittin in the passenger seat
And maybe you can roll with me
Cruisin down
is formal
How we kick it, ain't shit 'bout us normal
We Grand Hustle, schemin' and chasin' our dream, stackin' that paper
Hearin' my raps, you see
an under dog the way I search for fee lines
I think I time for them to be
Paving the way for a prince
Cuz people bin naming me king ever since
I was
Do to many days in a daze moving maise in a maze
With tactical ways viewing this world through those skeptical rays
But that’s the ways of the trap
get mad and then he sin
And then he pray again like, forgive what I just did
Oh, oh, none of this ain't normal it don't feel right
In the streets,
Imagine being in the sky
Although you don't know how to fly
Imagine being all alone
Under thousands of your own
And then you realize
That you don't
off me
Falling hard and you know
My books are yours to read
Under my skin my nerves my limbs
Take me under willow trees
Carry me to sleep
Brighter than
from my style and you know that its true
But I'm a pirate with a noose introducing new movements to your dude with blue prints
Of improved tactical units
two brains in my head, my mind is out of control
looking for blood, looking for meat
i see your minced body under cover of the night
pale, like
within tactical measures yes
Deh pon the battlefield of life but we won't trifle with no idol no
The vanities of life must fade away and no flesh shall
Hiding under the halo
Of sweet talk, I'm just good to get you off
But not good enough to be loved
Yo no soy un diablo soy un hombre normal
Cuando te
against the same under the guise of the night
Is this the curse of the sentient
That makes the breakdown imminent
Is this the curse of the sentient
That
the street
There's a reason why kids hide under the sheets
There's a reason why reason is obsolete
'Cause we believe in fiction
We ain't got any choice
I scare you completely
Now, what is this?
Blizzard in April
I'm under dressed as usual
And you're cheating death
Buying time through the winter
at the moon
Callisto and Wreath
Why don't you make it two
I love it when the sky is pretty blue, I do
Under the clouds its just me, and you
What do you really
Under the lights far from the dark
They yell out her name
And sing along with her guitar
But I know she often
Wished for quieter spaces I know
She
When i walk in hoes gonna flirt
This hoe keep a uzi under her skirt, I just cut the brain off that vert
I'm riding in a demon on the way to church
You
This time get me home
I've got to build a new machine
I'm tired of whats on your screen
I've got to build a new machine
I'm under new influences
(I'm feeling)
Not normal
Cause You
You're under my skin Oh, no
You will never let me go
And I
I'm still under your control
I'm not myself anymore
everyday, Makes us feel awful.
Can’t walk away, No place run.
Welcome to the New Normal.
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