Lyrics:
out of Marrickville
For the son of the hard working man
Where the punk who has the muscle
Is the leader of the local gang
Well, there's ain't no
anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Back beat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
Mozart than most, my key lyrically
Is noted on a scale above the whole industry
It's Dax i got bars out in Georgia
Twenty-minute songs'll probably Illinois
to
figure it out.
I don't need you, I don't need anybody helpin' me.
Well, I got it figured out for myself.
We're not important. What are we?
A couple
You gotta do
I don't believe that anybody feels the
Way I do about you now
Backbeat, the word is on the street that
The fire in your heart is out
I'm
searching for anything to keep
Below my feet
Everything is out of sight and nothing Reminds me of a home to be
Lift me up with a silent weep
With nothing
watch out for the stick up, that's them broke boy tendencies
If my memory serves me anything, it's dead prez
And women popping pills like Pez heads
My
on the highway
Or takeoff to L.A.X. on the flyway
Out of Logan, ain't talking about no X-MEN
Either way, make it there quick is the game plan
And, I'm telling
back in there wit' a bullet for everybody in the yard"
"Oh, is that right?"
"We do it now, we do it later, later it can be no use"
"Am I right Al?"
true purpose is
Useless as Keem as a news journalist
Fuck anybody who's heard my diss
Including you, you're deserving this
Put the word out quick
NerdOut
anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But
anybody
Feels the way I do, about you now
Backbeat, the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
was a passer-by
Who saw the woman cry
Wondering can she work it out
Now she knows that the wages of sin is death
The gift of God is life
Oh, oh, oh,
shoulda seen it coming but i was blinded
By the long hard hours that I grinded
Beef is something that I've
Had a couple times
Ran a couple times, I've
Out do yourself work harder than anyone else. now
Make very clear distinctions between parasites and creators
Be a creator instead of a second-hand
anybody
Feels the way I do, about you now
Backbeat, the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
By the twisted grace of the law of supply and demand
Well, there's no use crying and no use sighing over
Stone, wood, wire, glass and cement
But
in a serenade
Playing for the whole night through
I can get us right there
All of this is upside down
So lets get friendly with the nightmares
Let's
be a nigga dead in a viewin'
Would you take a look inside of my eyes?
I'm surrounded by a bunch of blind guys
Out of sight and out of my mind
But
on the throat
Who you think that you foolin'? Cause it sure ain't me
Should'a borrowed five dollars from your old lady
Is there anybody's cup as empty as mine?
got a frown and, you know, ugly mouth and everythin
D there's this one scene where the ah monster is coming out of a cave. see? there's always a scene
out there...really good)
It's really getting betta
It's betta, it's betta
With a green rosetta
Setta, setta
(Good God, give the drummer some)
Stretched out on the lawn
I don't think anybody's gonna miss me when I'm gone
Life is my enemy
It took my very best
Left me here to cast away
is electric a fork in the socket
The fit is a secondhand product but look how I rock it
The silence is dangerous load it up drop it
I'm sparking
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