Lyrics:
it up and attack, and get a robot commando
If I do it up right and put the head on straight
I'll be saved by the creature that I create
I'll get
I'm sweet as candy
As around in a dance we whirl,
It goes to my head like brandy,
I enjoy being a girl!
When someone with eyes that smoulder
Says
has taken
That has scrambled up her head
There's a boy just down below me
Who's the son of some well-known
He was brought in by his mother
'Cause
petted my fur
Fuck me in the goat-ass!
Then some long-haired guys grabbed me by the horns
And threw me in the mosh pit
They passed me around
by none
The others act in fact ya just wack I kill
why?
because its fun my son and Run heads the bill!
Who's house?
Run's house!
Who's house?
Run's
parked but the rims keep moving
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood cause I
Ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood I'm use to it,
many a sailor, and skinned so many a whaler
And you'll never shine in Paradise Street no more
Next day I woke in bed, with a sore and aching head
No
to get by
And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis
And in my head there's all these
birds
But they laid their eggs on top of the vet's head
From the pear-tree and his bill was 68 in cash !
My mother is munching 60 grains of Valium
Yeah it's a beautiful mind, from nighttime to day
You've got a lifetime to search, but you are happy with prayin'
The deeper you're layin' in your
do not know why niggas not getting no dough
Alotta these niggas be broke
They act like some bitches
They get in certain situations and niggas a fold
I
niggas everytime I kill a show
Driving for hours never stopping on the road
Never snitching on a nigga coz we living by the code
Messed up in the head but
no job, we got no money in the bank,
But Friday night at the stroke of nine we'd head all to the dance
With a one-pound note that I got from my mother
still hates it
I dont know what to think
Put down your drink
Put your head in the sink
And drown them out
Yeah, ahh, Yeahh
Nothing can stop me can you
how you feel
I split emotions, like banana peels
You can’t run from me
I’m in your head, you gotta deal
I doubt you’ll heal
From the words that I feel
There's a voice in my head
That comes and goes and lies on my bead
Crunching words, catching my soul
Smashing my actions
In crawls in my frustrations
gonna pull to the spot wait in the whip and plot he like po just stop watch the fuck you mean stop this shit got me hot,
Ohhh don’t get tricked out by
But it's twenty-twenty, so this shit goes
However, I still feel judged by that photo of Verrazzano
The hurt in my head turn into light
As soon as it
I am
Can't figure out my future
With my head in the sand
And all I wanna do is get drunk
I need a reason to get out of my head
You're the reason why
I never been arrested
Ain't gotta record
For the record
Get arrested by a white cop
On your way to the police station, hope you speak Afrikaans
and all I seen was
Red up in my head
Bring it back to earth I'll have you Quake into the core
You ever hear the end is near That's just the reaper in your
the devil now I'm enslaved by this shit
Hand never sits still how shall I write with the pen
When you made me why did you leave me fucked up in the head
Bang loud
Head into the crowd
Better get ready when you hear the sound
Talk weak
Settle in the street
No amount of pain's gonna stop this streak
Deep
the people in my head
Peering out of broken mirrors to tell their broken tales
All the people in my dreams and in my head
A city sleeps in sunlight
A seascape
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