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Verse 1:
Mayhem:
Yooooo, the kid with the accent's back
Trust May, I must say he's a handsome chap
That went from selling grams to rap
Now I put up

Midnight Crusade

Dance Gavin Dance

Midnight Crusade

2018

kissing a baby that licking a boot
I live in a deli put meat on your tooth
My business is pregnant and flaunting off nude
I'm smoking a chicken I took

day.


And at the risk of getting sued: "Hey, ain't that America!"

You can get shot or lick the boot. You choose.


Thought a lot about you and I, and I

over my border death yes I adore her
Killing everyone in sight civilians
Is my Hors d'oeuvre
Bulletproof vest on, Hydrogen test bomb
Laced up my boots so

the comrades
I'm with the comrades
You better calm down

I'm with the comrades with the boots and the fatigues
I'm with the comrades that'll shoot you out

Years ago, oh no
Patience was low
Out of control
The thing is that I know I'm on ice, yeah
I'm difficult to get by and
I surely like to step

under
Puff the herb and sit back it make me wonder 
Black day black hood and black boots
The question now that they ask where the fuck is Lute
Been

to the side, why
That spells L, take one and resign

We can take this all to heart
Little by little we can fall apart
Or we can let 'em find our kind
In the back

Starched down Dickies yeezy boots
Yeah I’m kinda odd huh
This is self motivation 
Get off your ass mane and quit that petty hating
You got the same 24 quit

me but i'm getting bucks
You sitting ducks while your paper folds like origami

Chorus 2x
It’s that fly thoughts, don shit, kiss the ring
No peace,

I want to be buried in snow
That way I make sure things grow
Your legs fell down while we tried to cross

I want to be buried alone
Somewhere along

Small town, lived here my whole life

Every lightpole got a flag
Hangin' on the side
Every truck ridin' by got a
Pistol or a rifle inside
With a white boy

Honey, it's late
And I wouldn't care, but you said that you'd be home at 8:00
So you're out there runnin' round
And it's the same old thing, where

broad daylight
Both bold and embarrassed and painfully aware
That the things I listed
Never mattered much at all 

We jumped the turnstiles

This could be

the beat
You will cry when i speak
You dont know how to feel this beat oh
You should know you are incomplete
Things go by left to the right
Look so camp

It's the beginning of the end
It's the beginning of the end
It's the beginning of the end
It's the beginning of the end
First things first you'll be

the tags cleans 
Fantastic 4  I stay wit the thing 
Bullets hit em from the side like a screen
Give me the dog if u ain't gon use it 
I should b sponsor by

insane
but when some years slipped by and he still felt the same.
people and money came and went but the only thing that stayed the same
were the feelings

Daddy's on the back porch
playing with a blow torch
standing by the front door
Avon Ladies For the Poor
Meanwhile Mama smiles,
"Get your lover down

an alien 
Uh oh I'm an alien 
Uh oh I'm a alien 

I am another species y'all can't comprehend cause
I am something that cannot be reached on this planet
All

a cause or political belief. it's something in my thinking
If you agree it's cool by me, at least I'm not a robot
I'm not afraid of things I read, I won't

And cats line round the block for my food
Can't tell me one thing
Let alone tell two
Might start a coup From the coupé
Tell boris that I'm coming with

The night I met you I was seventeen
Go-go boots and some flare jeans
And I'm running away from you
Yeah I'm running away from you
You were sittin' by

And a boy buying boots, in a city of suits
Striking hope in the other ones eyes
We met in the sky of a snow globe

The tale of this land was our ballroom