This one goes out to all of those that success Wait, not just the ones that it This goes to those feel they deserve it And this one goes to all of those make the moves and that have paid the dues To all of that walk the fine line on the edge To all the heads to break it loose
And you don't to come close to feeling it Initial reaction like "Yo, I don't a shh..." After a minute within it, start to think "Why the hell they didn't get it, did not hear what he speaks?" They don't know me, best that way Let 'em for tomorrow in yesterday And let me strain my lungs for the of popping amps Let me spike the because I don't like to dance Let me paint a picture on the of your mind I got a job at the circus and I quit rhymes Now I travel from city to city, of a gypsy Gravel, grass, concrete, folk law and Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's that time for me to pawn this piece of junk and try to take some of these Fly angel fly, don't ever back You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook you should trade that Mustang for a Jeep So when you get too drunk to drive, have a dry place to sleep Don't forget what chocolate milk to the hangover Come on, who you think cut the tires on your Rover? Twist the and chew the fat off the shish kebab Ditch the lard that cut my hair and made me my job And if I before they get a chance to hear me Tell 'em "Kiss my ass" and 'em all about my theory
4x] Choking on a wishbone, blown out the frame on the remains to mark the spot and spark the flame
It settles, the constant grinding of metal against complicated timing, my threshold the gestalt with a little reverb and some echo to add extra flavor pesto Yo, the cards are dealt and now I'm staring at my Looking for something to toss, tryna find a to stand The anger as I look across the land It doesn't equal to the eagerness and hunger to Move past, the is set, the previous sets carry me the meaninglessness Here I am the word extracting nerves Running toward the stage (here we go) to watch the crash
2X]
Put your on the pillow and shut your eyes Take your mind out the and touch the sky Then come ease that much feared trail of blood, sweat and love of flame, crying tears in the rain The blunder game, and it drowned out the hunger Numbed the brain and played life a numbers game Poppa needs a new pair of nuts, cause he lost with the last ones to the bottom of his guts Yo, they don't know me, it's best way Let 'em look for in yesterday This child is fate so let 'em play I bet I know age and I can guess your weight Wait, wait, how can it be so and straight? And why the hell you tripping to make some ripples in the lake? I can't figure it out, for sake arguing a lost case as it irritates my prostate, and I sit home alone I kick over the telephone and catch my zone inside the tone
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