Lyrics:
The government lucked up, by giving fools the right to bear arms
Cause we shoot each other down after last call...
What the fuck y'all???
[Chorus]
to it
half drunk, her man grabbed Shanice by the arm
she made a quick dip, down in her kicks she kept her ops
tight right beside her ankle braclet
she
of dope
Cause back in the gang you can
Get it by the boat
It's 1993 new bounds are being broken
If you ain't bangin' then you
Gots to be smokin'
Cause I
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
Call us Guerillas of the Mist, raunchy vocalists
(Your code name) Doc
What's your name? (Hot Nicks)
(Who them slick kids puffin' that shit holdin'
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
load of dope
Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat
It's 1993 new bounds are being broken
If you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin'
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
The way I touch it you can feel it in your bones
Fuck wit the kid cause I'm taking you into another zone
See it don't matter what you think or what you
of dope
Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat
It's 1993 new bounds are being broken
If you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin'
Cause I
Written by Glen Burtnik, Bob Berger, Tommy Shaw, Dennis DeYoung
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw
Somebody lookin' for the answer,
Somebody dyin'
like a folly bout to cold flip probably
It's not me he got a ill spills knot in brooknon
Where even though kids kill they still chill and look calm
Okay
Urgh I pop shit believe that believe that
Everywhere I be at
You can see that, drinks by the liter
You can see that, everywhere I be at
I'm
passed away this year, rest in peace
To the ones tatted on my arm keep blessin me
Smokin heavy hella dabs smokin hella tree
Haters speakin on me and my
If I ain't doing perfect then I'm hating on my flyness
My eyes get droopy and my arms turn onyx
I'm just being honest
If I'm being honest
Can I be
glove
Just a kid in rags when I first met you
Everything and nothing to me
So I set my heart to get you
Closer than the arms
spirits I'm racing
While stuck in the pavement
My arms, I'm still raising
A product worth saving
Loose canon, acute famine
I lived what I learned
Prior
Tales that I could tell, Pales to comparison
Sails of the boatman, fails to count his riches
Swim across those murky waters, meet you by the bank
If
And klonapin and ambien would do me in the day it finally went too far
For some kid with a cheap guitar
Now the mark on your arm... I bet you call it a "Stupid
why
It's such a cold life
But its funny I am not the type to feel like I got stuck
Yeah
My heart hearts
My arms hurts
My body's aching often
Puff
Everyone judge, some don't like it when they hear the voice
But I don't idol by, on the forefront wit my boys
And now your ex a factor so competition is null
She be losing composure
I swear i cannot control her
Guess i gotta get closer
Closer
Closer
The baddest thing in the whole world
Arms wrapped
a staircase looking down to the two tables in the center. The two faceless suited blues sit at theirs as Mate now stands, waiting alone.
“C’mon Ma-“
“Kid
Mate stands in only his overalls on a small pad with shivering arms tied behind to a tall metal post. He looks below his feet to the edge of Planet
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