Lyrics:
I'd like to be a good American and write an elegy to the automobile
But no matter where it takes me I don't really feel any different
I got one
From where you and I are standing
At the end of a century
Europes have sprung up everywhere as even I can see
But there on the horizon
Not from this century, yeah
(Skrrt) this century, yeah
Do you still love me, yeah?
Do you still love me, yeah?
I want cash on Hello Kitty bag
Yo' girl
It's the twenty-first century apocalypse
It's the end of the world as we know it
Hold up from the temporary emotions
They got guns and they're carrying
Their impact you feel.
V52 Woman 1 Their impact was real.
V53 Woman 2
Through a century of disservice
V54 Woman 3
These revelations might make you
Not ever. To all those who supported our campaign, I'm humbled by the faith you placed in us. To all those who did not support us, let me say this. Hear
and kept you hustling
Made you sever all the ties to your family
There's a land by the sand, grab the money
Plastic the life, end of the century
People
to me directly
I think you're my destiny
Stars align my energy
Moonlight aura entity
I've been here for centuries
My soul got the memories
Lately, I
Hello, hello, hello, hello
You know it's good to see you here again
To be back with my friends
Where the work's not hard
And the century is
in you memory we grow
Sometime a century ago
White Lily's for your grave
Gold daisy's for the days
I never got to say how much you meant to me just
me for centuries
Scared to do it again
The demons the demons the demons took over my head
Want it to end
How could you say you love me, but leave me so
the chatting ain't gon' cop you a mill
Only body count you got is at nil
Who say it's only drillers on drill
Would you look at me
I'm out here holding the power
romance
This is what we've become
If your self-esteem's low why not give it a go
Cause you'll probably just end up numb
Don't worry about happy endings
You
the room with Tutan
I'll leave you in ruins
I read hieroglyphs but I still can't decipher
How you'd bawl with the embalmer
You got wrapped up by a spider
hide your wives and daughters, hide your sons as well
with the great nations of europe you never can tell
where you and i are standing at the end
and everyone in it
I go to a great school, but the stage is small it
This is what I like and hate about my life
So let's end this verse by telling you about
You ain't popping like that nigga pipe down
She wasn't fucking with me now we getting along
Skinny nigga but I'm smoking on strong
Lookin like I got all
He’s got a penny for your troubles.
He’s got a penny your lives.
He’s says ‘my children I’m not sure.’
You hear a knocking at your door.
Jesus opens up
My town was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but
My town was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but
And thats always how its gonna be
Honestly
You just practice preach
But never practice what you preach
I pulled the plug on me
You plugged it in with ease
Got
centuries now
And these gunshots never reach your town
It's never on top when you leave your house
But when we go southerns
We might run into some beef
only time could tell
In the sprinter spreading gospel in the van too
Hit a demon one punch with a end too
You came first because we knowing that you not
to see you here again
To be back with my friends
Where the work's not hard
And the century is closing down
I'm not sure what we've got
We really don't need
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