Lyrics:
Said if you're reading this then I'm gone
But boy I've had you on my mind, and I had to take the time
And let you know I've always loved you despite
War Orphan
Here's a band that wouldn't take any more
stood up agains the scum,
the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit
You're killing your own
Mute fluorescent lights
That night lit our paths
By the forgotten Coke machine
None wanted to be photographed
Our band of misfits with
I killed the beat broski I’m the chord puller
I fathered the streets mehn I’m the son schooler
Omo I get bands, Bon Jovi
In the wave, anchovy
Gyal wan
Ayo Jarri That Shìt Go Too Crazy
Cake Boss
Cake Boss
You can’t be a cake boss if you ain’t getting to the cake/
Take that bullshit off boy
work out
Pt bands
No personal trainer
Got firm hits
Like a punching bag
By the seaside
Bench press weight
4 da dough let it blow
Like I've pushed
the iron side
Dont you want to keep yourself free
You dont understand huh
A body cost 60 and a band huh
You want to see the fear
Take a look in their eyes
I
your feet up the street, bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Life is hard you know (oh whey oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac
If you
would stay at the auction house
Don't think that we forgot about the shit you pulled at waffle house
Fahhh
Fahhh
He's a deadman
It don't take bout shit
the damp street glows
Through the moonlight, through the moonlight!
A cute handshake
From the heart foundation of love
It bounded us forever that love shall
your feet up the street bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Life is hard you know (oh whey oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac
If you want
the streets
If I
Love you
Then It's for life
We just got to talk,
I don't want to fight
I just like your presence
You are my present
We could run the world
You
on the beach
Take care of my mama
look out for my sisters
keep bringing that heat to the streets
Stay lit like it's Christmas
Give bands to my misses
That makes
I make the bands do the runnin man
Take a trip to Caicos shit I needa tan
Even OT chasin dividends
Ima speak it into existence
Need a 100 for a show
that sizzle make em pop
He pop lock and drop it by how my rocket made that nigga flop
He didn’t know how we slide up on these oppers like some otters
Aye
the street bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Life is hard you know (oh whey oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac
If you want to find all
an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian
Slide your feet up the street, bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Life is hard you know, oh, whey, oh
So
an Egyptian
All the kids in the marketplace say
Walk like an Egyptian
Slide your feet up the street
Bend your back
Shift your arm and then you pull it
an Egyptian
All the kids in the marketplace say
Walk like an Egyptian
Slide your feet up the street
Bend your back
Shift your arm and then you pull it
the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Foreign types with the hookah
the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Foreign types with the hookah
the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Foreign types with the hookah
Manfred Mann's Earth Band - Lies (Through The 80's) Lyrics
We're all gonna live out the Hollywood dream
Everything's gonna be just what it seems
mean.
It takes a lot to make her draw her mace.
We are so underground,
We are both really down.
No one would think to question our street cred.
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