Lyrics:
the cabbage
Play by my cheddar, I'm grippin' the ratchet
I'm throwin' bullets, leave 'em in fragments
Uppin' the woo, nigga what's crackin'?
We makin'
upon
cnd when I'm uncertain I pull back the curtains to see
That when I feel worthless, it's cause I've accepted defeat
Sunset stains like a nectarine
Arise, and see your beaten master
is hungry for his spoon
His cries are met by joyous laughter
and stones from dusk till noon
He preyed upon
was
Consumed by fury
Bringer of chaos and aftermath
Laying waste to human paradise
Rising like the damned
To passing angels
Stains upon their souls
matters, like pain doesn't hurt.
You should be more to me by now than just heartbreak in a short skirt.
You kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I
stains on my scene while I search for the real me
Search for the real me, lost in the night
Only talk to angels when I'm lost in a height
I don't really
I done lost myself again
I done lost myself in sin
I've been burned by selfish men
I've been died but held it in
I do not want hell to win
Niggas ain't shit, but a towel bowl stain
Death to the label, disappointing y'all lames
Fuck an AK, I'll probably stick a fork in yo brains
Excuse me,
Olympia
Oh come and room with me awhile
Oh come, do come Emmanuel
This day of rest and gladness
I can't forget my promise
A love divine that stains
There is no one on the air
I chase parading ghosts in burning memory
Through empty shells of stolen moments
As all the stains are reassuring us
That
Gripping like a stain (By the time you're gone)
To this fabric (It's almost over)
Torn at every seam
Thrown away
I'm without regret
I will not forget
We arrive and are blinded
By twisted rubble and piercing light
Screaming sounds of the sirens
Rip through the air on this sleepless night
Take
to the pay phone
Your pockets weighted down with quarters and the hope that no one's home
You spray paint cinnamon on vines and key the cars you pass by
Old man, I heard some things about the boy you used to be
No father, no king, just a broken old man broken by the whiskey
Too afraid to stay, too
raining on the parades
Down in the piss stain with a champagne
You got it
When you thought she's holding you like she means it
You hold her by the hand,
To the ones that we've forgotten and labelled as insane
In institutions rotting secret mars of family shame
Bound tightly and injected
Subdued by
to please remove this evil from my mind, yeah
I wanna live without these chains on me
So much dirt, I wanna live without these stains on me
Lord I need
hurt
I shouldn't stay
show your cards now
I want out stain the tub
clot the streak
cock the wheel
push it deep
fallen shade drowsy left me
There is a primal instinct that can not be tamed
There is a destructive power that can not be named
I wallow in my filth and treasure the stains
receive this one and float me one back
you thinkin too slow, you got peanut butter for brains
my brain look like terrain wit' airplane stains and it don't
The perfect shoes with matching clothes
It is the lie we're always told
And nothing masks the shallow touch
By saying words that cost so much
While you're
name by me
Don't bother dropping nothing but the conversation
Or please take your leave
I let it kill me now I let it be
But she's in here
And her
steady to the pictures
I always get chocolate stains on my pants
And my fathers going crazy
He say's I'm living in a trance
But I'm dancing in
from low to high
Kneel your way through this lying game
If they pass us their backs lie free
Sleepwalk your way through this dying hell
Beaten down by
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