Lyrics:
man dem make out a flesh and robots made our of steel
They might can operate like man unlike man they can't feel
Don't bother mix with no informer
bit bad at being good
We'll grow old but we don't wanna have to grow up
We like cars, guitars and swinging doors
Fast boats, gun action, four by
in my hands
Drummin' like I'm part of a band (woo)
My dog was behind the wall with your man (ha)
I heard you got friendly extorted in the can, you
in time, you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
The bullets flying,
man, you're in a gangsta scene
With a villain doin damage on a 24 track
With no confusion to finish my conclusion
Rythymatic rhymes from a radio cat
her messin' around town with another man
And you know that ain't cool, watch me
Hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down
You shot her down
grandmother
Doesn't it look like she has a brother?
TJ reminds me, not to worry bout what man might say
Talking bout the problem ain't living by faith
Just
a knife
I'm sworn by oath to the hip-hop life
Less live drums, less guitar strumming
Hip-hop is the life of the up and coming
Not by force, by want
rustling, by the sea,
Pour my drink, another slice of lemon? Yes please,
Take my hand, walk beside me on the sand,
With the moonlight shining down so bright,
mean?
About you niggas smugglin, switchin, you know what I mean?
Runnin off with all my game..
[ Ant Banks ]
Oh boy
[ Vidal Prevost ]
All over, man
Make a wish, drop a coin in the well
Picked her up hitching to Chicago
Rucksack, skateboard, bashed up guitar
Back of the bar she dances slow
still on the guitar
And Uncle Walt he's home with Heidi
Hiding in her loving arms
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from
still on the guitar
And uncle walt he's home with heidi
Hiding in her loving arms
That's right you're not from texas
That's right you're not from
Even if we take it apart now
Syllable by syllable
Honey your hearts gonna start now
Silly, i'm the pinnacle
Shit, I never considered myself a real
roam
This old man came rolling home
(Music and lyrics by Sam Clanton - mandolin, guitar & percussion; Seth Darby on bass and lead guitar; Will Clark
seemed
Planes turn to trains into marble driveways
Now she feels
As unlucky as the black cats of midnight
A reformed man hit by a rouge lightning strike
died -
Dead -
Lyrics by Doug Ballance
Music by IZZY EDIBLE
Doug Ballance: Lead Vocals, Guitar
Chris Lewis: Bass Guitar, Vocals
Bobby Arzillo:
Doing what I love the most
And
I stand by every fuckin record
Freestyles or written
Man
I’m on a misson
Poles are fishin
Hoes I’m missin
Suppose I’m
me
Yea I grew up with older guys
My mentality was molded by hard body karate like Cobra Kai
This shit a walk in a park, McGregor
Walk in this bih like
life
There's a place where mornings are an endless blue
And you feel mother nature walk along with you
Where simple people livin' side by side
[ with Buddy Alan ]
Forever and ever I'll love you I swear by the stars up above you
There never will be any other I'll love you forever and ever
looking at your ass in my show
Man, I'm feeling cold
Damn, my wrist on froze
That white bitch got coke in her nose
Oh kill me slowly
Yeah, bury me down with
(Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad) (x3)
I am the bad man, I don't live by your rules
I am the glad man, that bad is cool.
Hey come on man, don't just drool
Come
on the guest list and I went alone
She said, you're not my man anymore and I'm busy
I gotta dinnerplan with my friends, baby
Before that she said: I'm happy you
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