Lyrics:
doubt you really saying something
I ain't say I'm walking
Said I'm off the wok
And I been stumbling
Not for nothing but you wasn't like no one I fuck with
you for a certainty
It's all a show
The puppets are dangling
Getting choked out by their own strings
Life is like simile
So what's your role?
It's ok
backpack
And slip another clip in the strap and let the gat clap
And that's that, I be stupid, ruthless
With a flow that be travelin' like loose acoustics
by some strings
It's killin' me cuz no one can see the real me
And everywhere I go is the wrong place to be
I think I should go home but I don't know
thunes (bass)
Jay anderson (string bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Ike willis (vocals)
Terry bozzio (vocals)
Dale bozzio (vocals)
Pull up with that thing to make you sing
Know you heard the buzz about me I really sting
Ah ah ah
Wonder how it's bouncing back without a spring
St. Louis woman with all the diamond rings
Drives that man around by her apron strings
If it wasn't for powder and for store bought hair
The man she
Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home
(We both think alike, hell yeah)
If you invite me in I'll come take it off
(We both think alike, uh
booty shake music in your trunk
As long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
I'm down to stick a ho if she got a G-string
'Cause the niggas
booty shake music in your trunk
As long as there's that "tic tic" followed by that bump
I'm down to stick a ho if she got a G-string
'Cause the niggas
With you right by me
Drivin' from the backseat
Tellin' me all that I needed to do
You can't control me
Like a puppet on a string
Spent all your time
where the spirit belongs.
With each strum of the strings, let the soul dance along,
To the tune of the earth, in the wild, we are strong.
By
something better than me
Teach me your dance
A crooked ballet where i’m
guided along by these tormenting puppet strings
A doll
for you to use in these
string got no strings
The version of me that I wanna be is only in my dreams
My heart is like a shipwreck, it's been hit by a thousand waves
A bottle
Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em
With a ski mask, automatic or revolver
A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over by another
So many demons tryna invite me but I'll never go
They throwing me money
They trying to get me to give up my Soul
I have an obsession
With darkness
curfew's early
You ain't home by 2:30, you heard me?
Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby
I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend
If you toy with my
St. Louis woman with all the diamond rings
Drives that man around by her apron strings
If it wasn't for powder and for store bought hair
The man
I woke up this morning with a clearer vision
Bitch by my side couple condoms missing
My energy on high she love the vibe its different
She love my
You make me feel like a bird with no wings
You make me feel like a guitar with no strings
You make me feel like a song with no words
I lost my
managed
The income
But then
After I had done all that
She would come home
And tell me what I had done wrong
The dishes were still caked with food
She said
me, I think she's someone special
For any boy or girl who sits alone
She'd just pull up a chair and make him feel at home
And with a tear in my eye
I
with a gun by the groin
And what are friends for
I'm still the boss don't get sent for
Roger that 10-4
Nigga send me, point 'em out, where he at? I got
K World
Yeah
Back by popular demand
Play my role so well I got an Oscar in my hand
Pasta in the pan, I'm a monster with the jams
Just had a concert
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