Lyrics:
The irony is, is probably a pot of gold
By the end the means made the man, the sin, the pain,
When it's too late to do what you can
Ain't no making amends,
Something's happenin'
Can't explain what I'm imaginin'
Coagulatin' inside of my abdomen
It only happens when the lights talk to me
I can feel it walk
many
Don't come back from
So please be aware 'cause you
Can't tell what happens
To all our kids within a parent's absence
(And the kids say) Where was
ecstasy?
What's happening to me?
stir up my blood
Fuck reality
Render me xstatic
Teach me how to see by giving me shades
help me reverse the laws
Hey, what it do, what it do?
This is my life
All my pills, all pimps and all my real bitches in the vicinity
Just a coming through your speakers
through
I'm sick from this longing, but what can I do?
I'm hanging on still to this thin thread
I'm clinging on to the one thing that you
Never had...
believe me
But all she wanna do is get a little
Chorus:
along and take that ride
And it's all right, baby, it's all right
They can tell you what to do
But they'll make a fool of you
And it's all right, baby,
baby, it's all right
They can tell you what to do
But they'll make a fool of you
And it's all right, baby, it's all right
We're on a road
feathers
You can get mangled by a Bengal tiger
Don't make me give a shit cause you'll find that you're my fiber
Walk into the room, an intentional cock
me
I'm smoking by the bushes we been maintaining for a minute now we really want to get a little cushion
So we keep pushing they confiscate
(It's crazy that we live in a world that if you're super positive
And super creative
That it's scary
So what does that tell you about the mentality
Antracon: Prudence?...Blood! By god...Prudence!
Scoria: Well well...I can see your true nature is to be...somewhat hateful
Antracon: who are you,
the way this story goes
say whats up G no, i'm trying up my nose
you can talk all dat jazz becuz i'm still the same
if i diss you, you've only have yourself
of change
Round and round in circles, ‘til the familiar seems so strange
Is this what you wanted, did you want things to stay the same?
Endlessly boring,
he’s been there over thirty years and still making the minimum
Anna’s never been demanding but she’s never met a man
and no one understands it what’s
never liked the thought of eating you
But what's a man to do
I'm fucking starving
And I got hella urges to fufill
Buckets full of blood
I like to paint my
fajita platters
Johnny hates jazz, shattered dreams
Might touchdown in your city
Like a football team
What’s real? I’ma tell you real
I do me fuck how you
I can't do this anymore
Trust issues
Can't believe people talking is causing issues
It ain't even Vogue but you care that much
To a point, where
weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
could do but yell
When these birds attacked me
When I tried to run I fell
And then these kids start laughing
And then
Got hit in the neck with
kill
All they do is grill
I just keep posting up with my homies
Man we got different blood
But you know we fam
Living my life till the fullest
By keeping
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