Lyrics:
I'm a deadbeat dead ringer for a bad luck man
Oh i'm dead set on doing better than my daddy ever did
I'm a wrong turn sinking feeling i'm a backup
Anxiety, brothers trying me
Gun slingers, dead ringers
Yo, my slang's out of this world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl
Way of life got
Yeah
Back to the roots man
Let these people know
Dread Music bout to knock it out heavy hitter
One of one ah different never been a dead ringer
Bout
Jordan 6's
Cause bro bro make you to a dead ringer for A-bel
Watch your tone
I can't get on with these clones
I am the original
In Mary's white little lamb
known
Mistakes are reprimanded
Relief is over blown
I can't put my finger on it
I'm Tasting Metal
Might be a dead ringer for it
I'm Tasting
lover
She's a man killer
Full moon dead ringer
Time for you to deliver
I get this feeling
That you don't need saving
Time to get out, get out heart
bend the knee
i been standing two feet
can't touch this too deep
original, no dead ringer
formidable gun slinger
stay dangerous like a ninja
this
flushed red
Turning darker and still
You won't, won't let up
If this is the best I can do
Then I guess this is love
You are a dead ringer
For every
but stillness still resists
From the shadows approach my passenger
I feel you there fare payer
Dead ringer
Can't they see me through you
Why can't they
they told us of
Be patient their coming shortly revealed to you
and I do think you'll find
A dead ringer a dead ringer much still hides you curious
fit the pants of a singer
I lack the lungs of a winner
I am failure's dead ringer
I've got the marks of a sinner
You've got to pick yourself up by
teeth
She is pure gold down underneath
She's a rock and roll singer and a true dead ringer
For something like you ain't never seen
Once you get it,
teeth
She is pure gold down underneath
She's a rock and roll singer and a true dead ringer
For something like you ain't never seen
Once you get it,
rich old man
You know he'd call her a dead ringer
You got the same command
Plus you mother was a jazz singer
Just the way that her hair fell down
rich old man
You know he'd call her a dead ringer
You got the same command
Plus you mother was a jazz singer
Just the way that her hair fell down
She's a zombie baby
Dead ringer in my head
And now we're rollin'
We're empty playin'
Hey! Wow!
Hey, yeah, like a zombie breathin'
Hey, yeah,
she's my dead ringer
When I'm dogging on the bonnet of your red Honda
I'm a road runner
I'm a world runner
I'm a road runner
I'm a world runner
hummer hummer
You'll be hungry like the wolves hunting dinner dinner
And we're moving with the packs like hyena ena
Barbarella look like she's my dead
hunting dinner dinner
And we're moving with the packs like hyena ena
Barbarella look like she's my dead ringer
When I?m dogging on the bonner of ya red
Hill
A dead ringer for the Cowardly Lion
From The Wizard of Oz
And we keep expecting to hear him say:
"We're off to see the Arabs
Off to see the Arabs
Let me speak for you in these times of dread
I'll be your guide, now please just rest your head
I am the dead ringer
If it bleeds then it leads
She's a zombie baby
Dead ringer in my head
And now we're rollin'
We're empty playin'
Hey! Wow!
Hey, yeah, like a zombie breathin'
Hey, yeah,
yourself and choke on my name
I'd love to love ya baby
Dead ringer rats swinging in the trees
Immaculate conception, bury me an angel
God I need some
big world
I want a woman
Who can really love me, yeah
Dead ringer of a woman
You think I'm like a truck
Even I ain't gonna walk on glass
Well no
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