Lyrics:
bullshit, I'm blind
I got enough trouble on this path of mine
All I see is
Trip wires, landmines
Your ass gone follow when you free your mind
Follow when you
I got lured in to be honest, chasing shiny objects
I got fooled by booby traps, landmines, and all the nonsense
Took me to a darker mood, and dug
love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Ain't no other cats got
shine
While I sacrificed mine
Day by day I've been counting my lives
It went from nine to being dead inside
But imagine this you're just living your life
I'm more than a pastime
Looking awkward with her hands
Told that bitch to grab mine
Blowup like a landmine
Stay out of my damn mind
Say this fame is
of bag
Now that is a powerful cat
Now that is a powerful cat
Now that is a powerful cat
You take a lever and a pulley and a winch and a wedge
You
If you digging rhyme, then you digging rap
Jimmi's digging this and we be digging that
Yeah
The song is by some groovy cats
If you can dig
where to watch the world run by
You tell me life is a rat-race
I’m no rat I’ve got time
This cat’s got time
This cat’s got time
This cat’s got time
This
ration
Its bad health and industrial sadness
Never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
This addiction is more random
I walk door to door Mormon
The name is Trademark bro
Ɛno ankasa na ɛtɔn neho o bro
The name will be on everybody's f****** lip bro
Uh
I don't know about this petty system
But my
biggest flex
I'm a cat dad (Bitch!)
I'm a cat dad (Bitch!)
In my camera roll all u see is fuckin cats (yeah)
Wrote this fucking song with my cat right on my
Your cat is not as good.
She's completely black so photographs are kind of hard to come by,
That's not racist, she just blends into the background,
But
Hey
Yeah yeah
Listen to this one
Yeah
It's a song
It's a special song
This is the good bit
It's coming
It's got cats, it's got bees
Yeah
It's made
Trying to do it all like I'm gonna die in 5 years
And in this hotel there's no fee, it's all free
You pay by your health to soul seek or flee
From
Oh
Look what the cat dragged in the front door
Eight lives down and is curious still
Scratching the surface with clawless paws
Run tell yo mamma that
ration
Its bad health and industrial sadness
Never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
This addiction is more random
I walk door to door Mormon
Khan, word is bond, napalm bombs
We drop up in your lawn
[Chorus]
Extra, extra, read the headlines
We plantin landmines, we get up in that ass
seems the more I hate
This town for what it's doing to me
This is when I need you most of all
Then I stepped upon a landmine
And I saw my future
Cat calls
Cat calls
Cat calls
Shots in this house
Cat calls
Cat calls
Cat calls
Shots in the house
You are late
Again
God knows what was your
And we all say
"Oh, well, I never
Was there ever a cat so clever as
Magical Mr. Mistoffelees?"
He is quiet, he is small, he is black
From the ears
And we all say
"Oh, well, I never
Was there ever a cat so clever as
Magical Mr. Mistoffelees?"
He is quiet, he is small, he is black
From the ears
you rock will
Not make the swelling go down
Try settlin' down, we strapped
Mad chrome to grip
Last cat that had a bone to
Pick is a skeleton now
This
A motherfucking cat
A motherfucking cat
A motherfucking household cat yup
Now scratch my back right by my butt
Scratch it hard feel my butt move up
I back it up
evidences of respect
So this is this and that is that
And there's how you ad - dress a cat
A cat's entitled to expect these evidences of respect
So this is
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