Lyrics:
could do
I'm not saying that I'm a saint
I just don't wanna live that way
No, I will never be a saint
But I will always say
Squint your eyes
No tricks, no tricks, baby (yeah)
No tricks, no tricks y'all (ayy, yo, Rae)
Check it out y'all
It's the science (fly wonderful)
Yeah, y'all
Tony
up
This is no game worth playing
I can hear my death calling my dreams
I can read your thoughts
Your stubborn apathy
It's like you're struggling
you'll remember
How it feels to be right here
Hold you by the fire while we wait on old Saint Nick
Baby you're the only thing on my Christmas List
Don't
of the force
Black biscuit by park side in a Porsche
You're off sides in the fort
We are survivors of the war of good and evil
I'm in the hood, in the hood
you like a two by four
Everything you're thinking is just sand upon the shore
Can it make you strong enough?
Are you strong, strong enough?
Who
I believe everything you say
'Cause you're not frightened
The way I've been
So I follow you
Just in case you lose your way
So glad you
anything is possible we found the proof,
You're doomed, less consumed by the Fountain of Youth - Right?
Step inside the territory,
You can stare or ignore me
No tricks, no tricks, baby (yeah)
No tricks, no tricks y'all (ayy, yo, Rae)
Check it out y'all
It's the science (fly wonderful)
Yeah, y'all
Tony
incentive
Is this about you, well, then what's your intention?
What's the intention?
What's the intention?
"Pssst, I totally get it
You're by yourself
of promotion?
PW: yeah, trust me, they’re
Thankful no matter what
They’re thankful this segues perfectly
Into what I wanted
To talk to you about which is
What is
our product on Ikea shelves
Let me state
My state of mind, mind, mind
is just fine.
Baby, that's the sound of the years going by
You can find me
another guitar hero
He's a top score & you're a zero
You're out of your league
There ain't no rubber on the tracks it's gravel
You fall hard, cut
of this creation
Turn towards the sky with the hope and conviction
Of a saint or a coward who's entangled in the fiction
And you'll find out that you're
alive, I am what I am and I'm
Damn good to be a no good, hooded by
The wiggle in the middle, simple to party thumps
They call me the wickedest man
to a dying sun
The priests and saints have gone
Hear their cries, never ending
Shut your eyes and you're still pretending
Cut them down, one by one
Until you
at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me
with Vanity, sold my soul to Robin Leach
Devil music in my ear, no fear, I'm pumpin Def Leppard
Slow down, here comes the narc' with the German shepherd
Why is it all these fakers, seem to make the morning papers?
They're selling records by the million, seems so easy in my opinion,
Look
But it hurts to think you're somewhere on a search for me
I'm right here with no words to speak
Daydreaming about what could never be
It will never
An endless grind
To prove your worth
From all this work
Your product birthed
Deceived by your fellow man
It was always the plan
Built from swaths
you're not your car
And no matter how big your bank account is
Your grave is six feet under just like everyone else's
So enjoy the days you have
Worry
Rated Pegi For Pussy
Do you know why you're here
I guess it was the weather
Do you know why you're here
Get up, bitch
That give you any idea how long
Yeah, where you from?
I'm from New York
The rotten apple, the city that never sleeps
I am the man
Call me DiCapo, a product of these New York
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