This one goes out to all of those that want Wait, not just the ones that it This goes to those feel they deserve it And this one goes to all of those that make the and those have paid the dues To all of those that walk the fine on the edge To all the heads to break it loose
And you want to come close to feeling it Initial reaction like "Yo, I don't a shh..." a minute within it, they start to think "Why the they didn't get it, did they not hear what he speaks?" They don't know me, best that way Let 'em look for in yesterday And let me my lungs for the love of popping amps Let me the ball because I don't like to dance Let me paint a on the surface of your mind I got a job at the circus and I writing rhymes Now I travel from city to city, life of a Gravel, grass, concrete, folk law and Yo, at my Gucci, it's about that time for me to pawn this piece of junk and try to take some of finds Fly angel fly, ever look back You scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook that Maybe you should trade that for a Jeep So when you get too drunk to drive, you'll a dry place to sleep Don't forget what milk does to the hangover on, who you think cut the tires on your Land Rover? Twist the nobs and chew the fat off the shish Ditch the lard that cut my hair and made me my job And if I pass they get a chance to hear me Tell 'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all about my
4x] Choking on a wishbone, position blown out the Pissed on the remains to mark the spot and the flame
It never settles, the constant of metal against complicated timing, developing my the gestalt with a little reverb and some echo to add extra like pesto Yo, the cards are and now I'm staring at my hand Looking for to toss, tryna find a spot to stand The felt as I look across the land It doesn't equal to the eagerness and to expand Move past, the berry is set, the previous me through the meaninglessness Here I am the word extracting nerves Running the stage (here we go) to watch the crash occur
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Put your on the pillow and shut your eyes Take your out the ghetto and touch the sky Then come down that much feared trail of blood, sweat and love Instead of flame, crying tears in the The game, and it drowned out the hunger pains Numbed the brain and played life like a numbers needs a new pair of nuts, cause he lost touch with the last ones fastened to the of his guts Yo, they don't know me, it's that way Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday This child is fate so let 'em play I bet I know your age and I can your weight Wait, wait, how can it be so and straight? And why the hell ain't you tripping to some ripples in the lake? I can't figure it out, for God's arguing a lost case as it irritates my prostate, and I sit home alone I kick the telephone and catch my zone inside the dial tone
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