Lyrics:
Opposites reject
Under the rainbowflag
I'm indoctrinating trash
I'm a propagating lapse (fuck you!)
Nothing new to me
Heard it all before
Further more
It's
sad
And I had no time to prepare to face my fears
I guess that it's time that I dried these tears
But if I could just be happy by the end of this
've been looking for you so long
Down every road I've been on
In every empty glass
And every jukebox sad song
I've been lying to myself
And everyone can
example
thank you all for whom i tremple
people have been mistreat for too long
how long to sing this sad song
connolly said we shall rise again
and surely
admit
That when he took a hit he could never quit
Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day
When the crazy thing happened along the way
f*** tough while y'all cook crack
I'm cocaine; throw me in the pot, I rise to the top
With your 5.0, go 'head, look ma, I got four more pegs
Still put
and take the stand, and disback all the
Men who know no more the slang, slang
And thinks wit his ding-a-ling?
I think its time that we defeat
And stand
and take the stand, and disback all the
Men who know no more the slang, slang
And thinks wit his ding-a-ling?
I think its time that we defeat
And stand
Falls
I never knew what we had
We were both so young
I want my love but she's all up in Ontario
So can we find a way out of this sad song, girl?
And run
My parents suck, they love to fight
I hope that I, die here tonight
Bad to the bone, rejects alone
So fucking bored, so fucking bored cause these
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
Chasing American dreams
It's not always how it seems
Sure, you may call me lazy
But honestly, that's a bit crazy
Enough hits to make a clap
I'm tired
than y'all
Ace by the case, I'm more realer than y'all
Sleep with the K, I'm more realer than y'all
A regular day, I'm more chiller than y'all
Leaving a bad need in its wake
Sad how, some friendships never ever seem to end
Well all of my heroes up and died
Songs and a dream are left for me
What
believe that you have everything
Or that it's all attainable
I guess American's can dream
Castes are universal
Moving up just isn't what it seems
When you
to be more than a thief or robbin
Well, what about a remix? And I could probably make the beat
and get it done all in less than a week
And make it
feel more mistakes
Just need a saviour
Until then
The bottles keep it all at bay
Me and myself
Keep writing sad songs but
I think it helps so I keep
Psuedo African American
The kings and queens of Mali
Still linger in the back of
My skull
Ever since that overhaul
I been savage like
Pizarro fightin
survival
Now everybody wants to be next American idol
But these are more than just songs pressed up your vinyl
Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we
we can't even sing
This ain't a sad song
Man this some real shit
Go to clubs and chop up game
Who pump that rough shit?
Wish I could bring you all back
And that's the least thing that I could do
But that's a lot more than I got from you
I heard Papa called himself a jack of all trades
Tell me is that what
music makes me want to sing
Your music is a joy to bring
Music is my heart and soul
It's more precious than gold
You're like a song in my heart
I
belong to that kinda world
A little Haggard's what I am and nothing more
I stay tired and worn out from staying out all night long
Picking this ol' guitar
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