Lyrics:
starts out street to crossover
But not me, cause I`m the hardcore composer
You ain`t a writer nor a fighter you`re just a biter
I think you need
be smilin'
Oh yeah
Your sister's gone out, she's on a date
You just sit at home and masturbate
Your phone is gonna ring soon
But you just
you're not defined by the ways that you've called home
With resilience and belief, you can rise above
Overcome any challenges, you can face by your own
be smilin'
Oh yeah
Your sister's gone out, she's on a date
You just sit at home and masturbate
Your phone is gonna ring soon
But you just
worries in a cloud of dust
Right there by the old fence post
Yeah, we're gonna drink a little beer, play a little music
And have a big time tonight
And of course you've been saying no,
no, don't . Or pushing but not pushing too much.
Because you're just a little
girl really, and you're afraid,
and you're so
makin' us sick.
Go get the man who said he's on to me,
He thinks we're in the kitchen with our sticks.
But he don't know that Paris is burnin' down,
Karate
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
Ich ni san shi better protect your body chopping
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that you're fly
But the home girls walk right by
(You're Ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think ya got clout
But your
much. No no.No no.
You bug me, she said.
Your ugly, she said.
Please hug me, I said.
But she just sat there
With the same flat stare
That she
idols
But it's about the survival
Of the fittest in this Business
You're about to witness a Misfit
With an alter ego
Causing a tornado in this Shit
It's the place I call my home
I enjoy most every season
But the summer's when I play
Sarasota for the weekend
Left Fort Lauderdale today
If you're ever
They don't know what I be on
They just want me to be gone
Always want me to stay home
Never want me to come out
But I'm out here tryna make a living
shit when you're found out
Fake fickle foo frontin' fear with feats of fury yo.
Hurry on, grow up, this time it's more than your head on that guillotine,
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
Final destinations waiting
I'll be home by two
To the place I choose
Circle round the neighborhood
Slow down
Slow down
My pulse is runnin' loose
In Hell
This song go out to anybody who lost one of they homies man
You ever lost somebody
That felt like you was in this shit by yourself
But you gotta
freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words
freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words
freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words
Make plans with family, your excitement is shared
Move back to Michigan provided you're prepared
To brave the cold
Wait for the call, but you're
tainted you’re faded your dyes running
The stains won’t come out
Let me try something
I Spray em and scrub em but ah nothing
Fuck it replace em
Know I
lighter
I can’t lie I’m shocked, I know you’re a fighter
All your supporters surrounding your corner your brother your sister,
I just walked by her
Her face
of Lowell
And we're So Mill City we got the best pizza around
Out of the boon So Mill City
This shit gets gritty ya heard
I'm Jimmy and I'm So Mill City
I do
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