Lyrics:
Yeah
Everything is good, and grey
Back here again, what else is there to say?
Overshadowed by tall figures
They're all in heights i just can't reach
Uh, yeah, sure
Oh, shit, this motherfucker autographed and everything
Who signed it for you?
Eminem
He used to be like this rap God
Man, me and my
the early morning
Uh oh uh oh
I'll never catch up to you who sleep so sound
My yawns are useless my heart beats too loud
To go to sleep my mind's too
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
God Holy God
You are Holy one more time Holy God
You are Holy there's nobody else like You God
You are Holy for the last time
Say it again Holy God
You
Now you back inside my bed, here we go again
And it's like you never left, here we go again
Here we go again
Here we go again
Stay until the morning
Somebody not afraid (don't be scared)
To co-sign for my Escalade (oh, no)
(Believe that, uh-huh)
See I was born from a gangsta
Pa gave me a whip
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)
Little
grace oh
Every little thing by grace oh all by the grace of God e e oh
Let me tell it is a blessing on top of blessing on top of blessing
I no see no
shit, and run it back (yeah)
Uh, yeah
I don't want to come again but I do
seen it on the TV show
Uh oh
OK, A B I O C O C C C...
OK, OK, you better listen to me good, 'cause this is the ABCs of Anarchism
A B C OK
We'll be
then I have to wake
Get to work, keep it goin, can't stop, can't take a break
Gotta get it done, in time for me to do the things I wanna do
But by
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
holy sin
She loves to stroke my friend,
There he goes again
Jesus christ
Oh he rose again,
Uh oh, he rose again
Just close the door
Dont let the omen in
the door just like a bird on a wing
Oh Great, the Parkway's just a mess - looks like I'm late again
It's getting so the traffic's backed up every hour
Where the hell are you
Getting phone calls and texts at 2, 3, Four in the morning
I said I miss you
I miss you
Oh, baby, can I come home
I say no, no,
like I’m relieving the grieve
Calling my mom every morning whatever she wanting im getting it by any means
Gorilla a solider the ape and warrior i
Police Department, Sgt. Kickass speaking
Yeah, uh, Kickass, hey it's me again
Hold on, hold on a fuckin' minute!
What the fuck is your problem? I
the morning process
And rebuilding, you're still a work in progress
Today's a whole new chapter, it's like an enormous a-, uh
Thunderstorm has passed ya
You
the morning process
And rebuilding, you're still a work in progress
Today's a whole new chapter, it's like an enormous ass, uh
Thunderstorm has passed ya
I'd be dead by now
Hoping I can reset my mind in the morning
Oh man, I'm hoping I reset it in the morning
Cause all I know, is this shit
Maybe I tried
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
Homie Guy Diamond take the mic
And give the Bergen's somethin' they gon like
When you wake up in the morning
Whether it's sunny or whether it's
?
Do it again? Do it again?
Can you do it again?
Hey, hey, hey
All the way, all the way, all the way
There's nowhere left we can meet (Oh)
I'm
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