Luyện nghe bài hát Doomage (Damage Remix)

Y'all good and goddamn well
You're fucking a brother who ain't never had his hand held
And never seemed out
Rolling strollers over broken floating bottles
In a shredded forest with a shred of hope inside you

For this respect, I and bled
And have yet to be discredited by a critic ever said
We're of his racial make up
We know he's an albino but science the face up
Never what I am

G O D if you don't, you can never understand
So you need only know that I'm
Nothing breaking, never ending, bending
shadows like light descending

Must not discuss with the case still pending
But I got some to tell you on my next record
For now, we and Francis connected and did

Damage, uh
Damage, uh

Wrote this one a couple days Christmas
Hope is one struggled game thats
0 1 2, for Self, no assistance
Pistol before this new year existed

Somebody get the door, it, let 'em snore
It's all been said before, in a metaphor
Lucy is Hip Hop, and a prince
is an old man, and Slug is a PIMP now

They say I'm buggin' because of the way I 'em
Nervous 'cause I know never make the perfect husband
What, they treat me LL for art fucks
They hang out and argue about my clown thought and rocks

the twin cities, call it the deuce
Skinny grizzly alcoholic on the loose
Sing with me, show love, give me proof
Flip the switch to and make this planet move

intended on making records that seemed too slick
Peeps move from cheap music to G-UNIT
Weak bullshit pulls chicks, but Joe Beats every day

Ain't he talkin' 'bout my gold teeth
My hobo teeth is no for seeking soulmates
Getting cold feet, if my don't awake
My bones break, spines curve
(Now I'm serious)

People don't take time to learn the pyramids
What the dilly is? I'm unsure, but so sin
Get your hurr did, that a perm, yo, that's a temporary
That ain't a wormhole, that's a cemetary where they bury the

I'm lampin', I'm cold, cold out in the snow, campin'
Cuttin' wires so your can't ring
You don't know a damn after your city gets undertaken
Pass me a sissy so I'll slay him

Damage, uh, damage, uh
Dances,
Damper, dancer,
Hah, MF on the beat

Non Prophets, and Ali
at last, like cocks and cunts
Yeah, let's fuck it up, clip beat

You know, we're much humanous
And that's we'd like to work from
From that vantage

Exactly and you know Non is spelled
you know, like P O R P H E T like meaning
Like Non Prophets, almost like a pun in the