Lyrics:
live, I feel most on
A corner of space that you don't run
And guard's off, I pass you by
Makes no impression as you stand
Makes no impression holding
decon
Power steerin', lost the handle in the Jeep spin
Deep in the seat, high pursuit by the precinct
My co-defendant turned stake and let the beast in
instead
The more money, more problems like the man said
Ain't like my phone is bein tapped by the damn FEDs
But my accountant said I can't get out
they forgetting for a second non-fiction ain't a weapon
Thoughts could be hypnotic, nah, just neurotic
Called oft psychotic, flawed by off logic, but I
never heard a Waylon Jennings song
She's never been a fan of Willie Nelson
So there ain't no way in hell we'll get along
She told me she thinks country
A breath of whiskey on my cotton shirt
Turn on the fan, take off your skirt
Lay here beside me on these sheets so stained
For a little while, but
brother, when united they should stand?
Men by swords and words divided in our broken promised land.
These tattered battle standards fly, their colors do
They say the Devil is alive and well
In Northport, Long Island
A sleepy town turned upside down
By a little Satanic violence
Ricky was the Acid
man, then we were Ziggy's band
Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
to town
They keep yelling out the name "MC Pooh-Man"
Look at your women she is screaming it too
Never faking the funk
Giving my fans what they want
If
I was struck by a mighty gust of wind
Seeing you seeing him
Is this love?
Jealousy sinking in
Seeing you seeing him
Seeing you seeing him
It's a third strike but the fans still fuck
It's an ugh whatever, oh god
Take me by the hand, make it last forever
Everyone I know is breaking
plane goes down?
That would be okay, you know, yo I had a good run
I wonder if a lot of people would come to my funeral
Maybe my fans would do
zip my hood up when I'm driving my car
If I see a booky guy and he's like rah
Yo Jme, big fan, quick pic?
I be like nah fam, don't chat shit
You
I know
Yea we live by and die by that code
I could to road with the bros or do the damn thing on my own
If it don't invole me, then fam don't get
Superiority makes me a desolate stranger
Plus I'm crazy motherfucker like I'm touched by the angels!
This is not a good time to lose my mind
This ain't
it's priceless
It can't caught by a pawn shop
You wish we could mind swap
This grown man put his destiny in his own hand
Dreaming of own land while
yet
He's the first to be surprised
By the smiling words he's met
So when a poet writes
Is he still a child within?
When his words race out
Sounds of the Sir
Yo, yeah
Listen, yo
Watch this, yo
I've been in all types of pickles
Back when man used to roll naked
By naked I mean no
piątkę jakiś fan
To nie czas gęstych profitów
Więc zapamiętaj piszę tylko teksty do bitów
Głos pokolenia cios ogłupienia hołd potępienia mord zrozumienia
I had no idea her Jesus
Was making plans for me
Take me back to the days of old
When we lived by Faith alone
Long live the love
That conquered
Znasz to uczucie w stylu wjazd na górę
Lecz zamiast opcji mocny silnik opcja czas pchać furę
Choć byś miał super pelerynę w której świat ratujesz
modlę by psy nie wyważyły drzwi
Nie mam czasu na łzy nie mam czasu na sen
Zimny jak skurwysyn kradnę by mieć na chleb
Babcia chyba wie widzę to przed
wulkan
I coś w sobie kurwa ma
Jest dziwny niczym New York
I powabne jak nanana
A tak w ogóle moi mili to ja jestem Liroy
Zupełnie mocny gość jak by nie
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