Lyrics:
the others are
So lonely living in the dark
A world so black and white
Let's write a beautiful melody
You're the key and I'm the rhythm
Marmalade
a fan of me
Looking at me crazy was pure insanity
Ten hours go by not panicking
I just sat there still like a mannequin
I was laughing they kept
learned by them Kurds about them dollars and cents
It was never my transaction it was however I did it
I was impressed with the whips
I asked my father
It's ironic that I'd die for the chance to live again
Spreading my wings as they brush on tree's floating on the wind
Makes no sense that I would
It's ironic that I'd die for the chance to live again
Spreading my wings as they brush on tree's floating on the wind
Makes no sense that I would
We need doctors, we need faith
Cheat code
I'm the key to the safe
Wolf in sheep clothes
That's the police all day
G code I abide by that
Mind
knowing, you know in, in what direction to go
What things to do or how to, how to live my life properly
Life is interesting though, it's a bit of a search
Brought by death to the edge of the abyss
Fiercely thrown down into a void so cold
Darkness as you knew it its nothing compared to this
Going over
of "Gold and Roe" and "Castles Made of Sand"
Social ills, hi conscience willed a different type of song
Sang about "lead", click, bang! He's dead, he's
made daybreak the new curfew
In my arcade where all fate is
Headbutted by the hard way
Gold stars, bricks, coins, ballers
And ball chains hit
Libraries where lives buried
Already lost the trail (Facts)
Pardon my shine
I see these visions in parts of my mind
(I see) all by design
We livin' life in
or athletes?
Man runner get caught by hand speed
Forget the violence
Be silent
Lay back in the black top whip with the plate on private
Back to my yard where I'm
to back
So if legends live forever then I guess I'm Peter Pan
I resurrected on 'em like the black Jesus
Come down from the cross and landed on my feet
the roots where you live
Gold is silent just like the territory you fight for
Silence kills us but you know that they want more
Look good and fear no war
and writin' rhymes
Things is harder than the tarnish on the garnish
And his gold seems to ?, gosh darn-it we, we hold heat
Goin' all out to the fullest,
and a court of drugged up nodders and quoters
Namefucking fame on all photos, all cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters
Now when you're a star,
[SOS]
By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains
Winter brought along platinum causing the ice age
No more Gold, no more YO! MTV RAPS
Now
me
Oh yeah, let's get it (let's get it, yuh)
Had to get by with pennies
Twenties on twenties on twenties on twenties
I'll make a few milli', I
When you die they put you in a wooden black box
You are peaceful now there are no worries
The brain has stopped
Prayers will be read by a priest
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