Lyrics:
and ties
Taking our clothes off and feeling each other
With fingers and senses and mouths and eyes
Incurring the glances of old disapproval
From
You better
His soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking, make me king
As we move toward a New World Order
You better
His soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking, make me king
As we move toward a New World Order
A young scum I run wild
Like brave heart
I’m at large
That’s just what we come from
No holes barred, no holes barred
(Yeah)
I’m at large, I’m running
you wrote me on the radio (radio)
And it said exactly how you felt (you felt)
It must of fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat
It never said
Before it’s too late to let you know
Sit here and wait till I grow old
Time would pass me by
Don’t wanna open up my eyes
If you’re not by my side
Here
spirits up
You're old mad left you in mud
My ex as well, it was rough
We both cleaned each other up
And to that, I raise a toast
I don't care of what they
weather
Floods
Dogs and friends so dear to you
Protected by hidden firearms
Cultural desire farms
Informing us what to want
How to want it
How we need it
BLIND TO IT/
OR LIKE A YOUNG CEO/
YELLING AT THE PRESIDENT CAUSE HE'S OLD/
HE CAN'T PAY HIS STUDENT LOANS/
BUT HE CAN AFFORD TO STRIPPERS FOR TWO SONGS/
in a courtyard completely alone
Surrounded by tall trees that creak and groan
And point out a pathway dim-lit by the glow
From a small old church
Ironically, I be obnoxiously doin' the most
I ain't too conscious with dodgin' them ghost
With the way I been livin
I'll die for' I'm old
Cause this life is
and crazy exes
Drank enough to mess with Texas
Too damn smart to fall in love
You filled that hole with bad street drugs
Same old bars and thin white lines
Woah, Woah
Woah, Woah
God, I feel morose
I've spent too long indoors, closing myself away
Not from choice
Thoughts, oft too verbose
I cast my mind
the truth's too fuckin' ugly
They say I'll never be free
If I'm always bottled up
Trying to feel full from this
Half empty cup
I gotta big hole so I'm
Trying
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
Who the hell are you to me I haven’t seen you 'round
Pocket full of green today feel like I got the crown
I might learn too much I think these books
time to waste
To give chase, I put a hole in your fin
But your head to the barrel like DJ's is spinnin
Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so hood
I'm Sir Too Short, I'm bout to do this
In 1981, that's where it all begun
We do it for the money, we don't rap for fun
Five dolla's fo' a tape, Too
at the park
And that hillside we used to walk by every day
We was frolicking next to the grass for ages
And that old apartment I lived in for a decade
Walls
a scene
Scared to love and to feel
Judging everything
By loud fast rules appeal
Who played last night?
"I don't know, I forgot.
But diving off
Bring a guest unless it’s a ghost Haunting an old boat that’s still afloat Haunting an old boat that’s still afloat Those born of a ghost don’t want
the eraser
I don't discriminate I flip a bitch too
She got to be eliminated I kill a bitch too
She her hair fixed by my sister she lost she gonna get her
true you think that every hole's a goal, how can it be that you think they're all owned by moles?
I just don't believe that that makes any sense, but
stale and stagnant
Too old to care and too little to matter
Anarchy is now 9 to 5, wallet's a bit fatter
Once full of piss and vinegar now
Full of shit
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