Lyrics:
Do you want to be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to ba yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you?
They're out
your old grey bonnet on
Sweet little Liza Jane
I got a pig
Home in a pen
Corn to feed him on
All I need is a pretty little girl to feed him when I'm
need some
Pop an idea, remote control your head like a beer
I see ya, firing a bitch fist, cause I'm here
It must be fear, when I appear, you disappear
easy.
Listen to each direction like: “Simon says put your hands on your head.” or “Simon says ‘jump up and down’,” and follow Simon’s directions.
But if
Land of living
( Li$p: EVERYBODY'S GONE! )
Prxset:
Wake to the dawn in the land of the living dead,
Tragedy that seems too much for my little head
ZOMBIES
Yeah
But lemme come correct if we ain't get inside your head
Then we coming at ya neck
Kapernick took a knee
Nike took a check
Cops still killing
Aint know his whereabouts and they had already chained em
I wish you would've peeped that your heart was in danger
Shot my lil zoe cause he went hard
some place but there’s nowhere to hide
Chase your shadow back inside
I’ve been losing track of the time
And when the day turns in to night
Takes me by
It's gotta be you (bomb your head to this)
It's gotta be you
No one else can do
All the things you do
I miss the way you feel
I saw you in your green beanie
And said he’s mine
That smile, those dimples
Oh, they get me every time
Then we’re by the lakeside
And it’s just you
can I stay the night tho
I'm not trynna drive home
Don't make me leave
I wanna stay by your side
You ain't gotta ask girl of course I'm
Yours yours
Over and over I tell you the truth
Though in fate of your fate and fate of your character
You go on your way the essence of failure to see with eyes
I asked for space
You gave me time
I know I'll be gone by the evening
It's not my place
To change your life
Put up walls and it's been harder
the stars
No words can express how beautiful you are
Does she love me or does she not
Head's filled with ever-changing thoughts
About what we're meant to be
I'll take you to the picture show and, babe, I'll hold your hand
I'll sit up in your parlor, let you cool me with your fan
I'll listen to your
I'll take you to the picture show and babe I'll hold your hand
I'll sit up in your parlor, let you cool me with your fan
I'll listen to your troubles
I'll take you to the picture show and, babe, I'll hold your hand
I'll sit up in your parlor, let you cool me with your fan
I'll listen to your
of money now the police gotta pay they dues.
They had you in them chains. Threw you in the car.
Get to the station and you feel as if your getting robbed.
Yeah, don't even hit my line
Haven't seen ya in a long time
How've ya been, can I ask, do you mind
What's going on (Yeah)
Dropped me out your life
a muzzle
I got some gin in the back you can guzzle
By the way what's your motherfuckin name?
(You forgot already?) Shit, I just cross reference with game
in awe
By a puzzled man who questioned
What we were here for
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh you
never really saw that
You were only tryna meet a quota
Feeling like I’m out in space with the love I gave
But your radiation feeling solar
Never really
the weight
Of a cross in a passion
Where the passion is hate
Blue mink Ford
I'm gonna detonate in your den
Blood in the house
Blood on the street
No, we won’t prove you wrong
Be as weary as you will
Put your heads up in the air
Wave it around like you just don’t care
Keep your hopes up, will you
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