Lyrics:
cartoon
From a makeshift desk in a moldy room
Height adds perspective it gives you a view
A sense of distance rare in out world of warehouses
can't stop us,
Put drugs in the neighborhood then turn around and try to pop us,
You bitches got warehouses full of that shit,
y'all niggas runnin'
station...I'm feeling kinda low
aAnd if you use your...use your 'magination,
Baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte Bardot.
I was sweepin' a warehouse floor
the warehouses are abandoned under the towering expansion.
And as they grow so too shadows, a playground for the vagrants.
Three kings are parading, and I for
to the steal factory? or the warehouse?
Or the railroad? get the fuck out of here, get the fuck out of music,
Back to the days when we had one heart, one brain
at 1640
In an abandoned warehouse in Miami
At Owns Pizza and New Method laundry
At Club Foot and the Farm in the city
At the Dupont circle in Washington DC
there's not enough, so they can keep the prices up.
There's food rotting away in warehouses while people starve to death.
Big business won't give it
the environment
Making sure there's not
Enough so they can keep their
Prices up
There's food rotting in
Warehouses while people
Starve to death
Big
Hey this Brandon but my friends call me Spike now
I just moved out of my parents' house in Danville
to this wicked warehouse in Oakland
Anyway I
Now lay me down on the warehouse ground
Later on, I don't go there now
On and on, I know what to say
She's never been taught but she knows the way
housekeys
In '03, we was drought kings
Got a warehouse full of things just
In case my accounts freeze
A marathon ain't about speed
You gotta pace yourself
a fridge magnet, and we live briefly in
A cold unfeeling deterministic
Universe in an abandoned
Warehouse called time
Ah, musicals
And now, without
beautiful
I'd like them to be nicer (ooh, that would be beautiful)
I'd like to kidnap a Heather and photograph her naked in an abandoned warehouse
Waiting for the night to crawl
Into your heart
A party in a warehouse loft to keep you calm
But this is not the way it always
Used to seem
And this
what's in my pan made me a milli'
Yeah, that's what you call a transition
Now I got warehouses and offices, a mans different (facts)
But ask the gang,
raves in warehouses (you used to stay up all night)
Graffiti-ing bridges (you never did what was right)
Your stick and poke tattoos (you used to do what
At school, he couldn't do the work
The kids all called him retarded
He got a job in a warehouse
Where he packed and cut carpet
And he never moved up
beautiful
I'd like them to be nicer (ooh, that would be beautiful)
I'd like to kidnap a Heather and photograph her naked in an abandoned warehouse
don't you let me in?
I couldn't get into the party at the warehouse that's gonna be teared down
The rides that are death traps at the county
as planned
Now he sleeps in a vacant warehouse
Bullets all riddled in the door
But he keeps himself alive for me
The boy from the East River shore
founded in the purest spirit of benevolence and philanthropy, are transformed into warehouses of human wretchedness - The Lancet newspaper editorial
To work yourself into the ground
Free to spend eternity
In the factory
And the warehouse
Where the whistles scream
And the foreman shouts
And you're
From a Q to a half to a 4s
I'm still in and out of the warehouse doors
I mash work, of course
It could've been lig or from a next source
I sauced my
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