Lyrics:
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Must eraste them profit driven depravation
Piles of pigs they hide behind they will succeed
Ashes
But they fuck up my money and pile driven
Bitch stay on your knees like it's a devout Christian and
I'm watching you
You best watch them people that
pile-driven in the nuts with a Marshall stack
You know that's gotta hurt! And Techno's got him in the nuclear vice grip
He's breaking open his skull,
You see the beers near
A signal that I just won
Uh
I want ya heart, pile driven the past
No puppies needed, get the bag
Producer 9-0 verse
I wonder about the hypocrisy/just a kid wanna play monopoly
Racially profiled and destined to be piled/driven in with a pile
Ja-ja-ja-ja, ja-ja-ja-ja, ja-ja
Sky, sky, sky, sky, sky, sky
Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Mmm
Hnge in der purple skyline, habe zu viel in der pile line
driven before them
Cornered
Some chose chains
And others failed to fly
Pile your stones atop me
We're the voices in the rivers
Pile your stones atop me
Driven deep down inside my mind
You're the only one who has a path
Through my eyes
If you told me once before
I didn't understand
He walks by as if
a pile addressed to you, care of somethin', somewhere better
I'm spendin' all my time driven round fakin' clever
With a girl who seems all right
a pile addressed to you, care of somethin', somewhere better
I'm spendin' all my time driven round fakin' clever
With a girl who seems all right
Boards with nails, staples and razorblades embedded in them
Taking the beating,
Falling down,
Getting up,
Again and again and again and again
Driven
to spend
Stacking piles of reminiscence
Beware of the future, get off the grid
How much more do you estimate
In a magnetic storm, prisoners
with nails, staples and razorblades embedded in them
Taking the beating,
Falling down,
Getting up,
Again and again and again and again
Driven to make it
with nails
Staples and razorblades embedded in them
Taking the beating, falling down, getting up
Again and again and again and again
Driven to make it
Dismiss the telegram
This is no exhibition
A pile of papers that are bound and tethered
We know the end of man will stem
From stale tradition
Yeah
I do a lot
I play to beat out the runner ups
I don’t do ties
Sit back I’m counting the money up
Making the piles
Watching y’all taking the baby
through the pile, pure power and will
All your energy just wasted riding for what?
So you can call me whatever you want
Aa-aah, aa-aah
You can call me
She sets off all the fire alarms
When she walks in the room, uh
Leaves you in a pile of ashes
With one look at you, uh
Her lips, her dress both
this worth living under your thumb
I won't succumb to your self driven visions
All I am is a working hand
You could care less if I drown in
they manifest and invade my brain
Goddamn my life done became a strain
On everybody that's surrounding me
Driven me to point that I can't even see
The human race is a sinking ship with its nose heading towards the abyss
Blindsided killings, and broken vows build up around us like piles of shit
of your own dirt pile, that's about it
Stitching words together
To make yourself higher
And cutting out the past
Cause the mob will come fast
Self
Am I the only one?
It seems the fate of nations is driven by temptation
To let the dogs out; To bury bones and secrets
It's rather disappointing we
again
God said I'm destined for greatness
And I ain't driven by payments
Making these symphonies holy arrangements
When my Lord speaks better take it
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