Write these words down baby time and time again But the feeling doesn't come without focusing within Break the backbeat down to that first and free sound
Head pushed down with shifty eyes We drink to a binge because we miss our lives We sway when we walk with untended choices Assurance when we talk, regret
I'll take some time to tell you what to do 'Cause it seems you need a little help with trying to make do See I've got a little anger for people just
Well i crawled on the land a long time ago learned to use my eyes then i took a look around a giant metal farm is all i could see a bunch of little piggies
Wasting all your time, making plots in your tower (There's a) huge fucking hole in the fence of the graveyard Bones are easy to crack, biting concrete
Walking around tight like you'll buckle up today Today was a good day to go and lose your eyes I guess that it was best, don't see the exit from my chest
The flies they're all sleeping the flies don't wake up the flies the fires are in my eyes the driver screwdriver in your thighs eat your soul like a
Going to paint these walls going to run you through see the times are tough look what were coming to can't walk the path without the stabbing truth that
(I'm very sorry. It's broken and I don't fuckin' want it back.) Here we go! Apparently, We're not tough enough We've got horns Fuck you! Fuck you!
There's an officer down with enough flack to hang ourselves gates of steel fall down with rats in snared but you've failed to keep the bile down empty
fill em up And lift 'em up, let us toast to the future, here's to us, no, here's to her They wonder how we do what we do Panamera Porsches, me and you Stuck
the clouds in a drop GT Who would ever think I would make it out the street? My whole life around drugs and the Police Remember nights I was stuck in
Be So Much Stronger You'll Be So Much Stronger It's Only Temporary But It Feels Like You're Stuck Like No Wishing Well But It Will Change Your Lucky
my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my lucky, lucky
man Like mine? Yeah, bitch Well, I'm heading down a southern trail I'm going chicken huntin' Chopping redneck chicken necks, I ain't saying nothing To the hillbilly stuck
police come Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match First max like it's Hamburger Hill for real It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on My outfit stuck
I, I'm stuck in love with you I can't bend these pimping rules No more than I been flexing them Buddy love, Spandexing and if you ain't know I play by
From the sluts with the butts that be stuck on the drugs I see you on the dance floor looking all stuck Now you awestruck 'cause Brock got pull like a