Lyrics:
oblivion, missing the clues
Fooled by this white washed tradition
Refrain from these chains in your mind
Take a little time just to recognize
You're stuck in
brews
You want to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she
there's no faucets by my pillow
When I close my eyes
Album cover art by Tool appears
Pull up to the party
I been sipping' Robotussin
Shuffle through
style
The kinda jam that used to make you smile
The kinda thang that made ya mama go wild
Third great white boy - 24 mile
Keep it squeaky clean mop & glo
out of the park
Where we at
This album will become platinum
So much cheese
And then it will go on diamond
Pretty please
Rolley rolley rolley Rolex
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
morning
But I can only tell
By looking at the calendar that's still bright white
No, I don't make appointments
Cause I can't handle stress
Don't want
Those mannequin hands, man they're in on the take
And other than everything, everything's great
Well his lily white go and lull us to slumber
"All the great love songs that only two can share
On one CD for the first time anywhere"
You can save 'em for another guy
"Operators are standing by
and a scope on dope
thinkin' he's the great white hope
Motherfucker levels off
he want to see me 6 feet deep shoveled off
Cause Columbus University is
the M-1 gun and a scope on dope
Thinkin' he's the great white hope
Motherfucker levels off
He want to see me 6 feet deep shoveled off
Cause Columbus
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
I am looking at the red sky
Even if it's not the best time
But tomorrow is another tiring day
I get covered by a big shadow
Looking up I see a white
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
badly needs that can wiat
(wi-at? That's a new English
Word which means wait)
I've been waiting for some reaction
To the album from American
Listeners
Christmas album
Like, what the hell does me and Frank have to do with any of this
Like, I don't even know who the hell Dick Masterson is, is he like
the shit noodles are almost ready
Thank you
Sigh, yeh, I want this, like
I'm beginning to want this album to be more like something that you just like
It's
Saying that they love me
Want me to be great
I put out an album
I gave you the date
My nigga you late!
How you say you support me
But always wanting
I know them people be mad that I made it
I just been high off a life I been faded
Lil bit be hurt she like Anthony Davis
She put my whole album up
te laat, beweeg deur die branne soos 'n Great White Shark
Hy's te kwaad, dis die Incredible Hulk, so staan nader sodat jy op my level kan raak
Yo,
and the time it
Slips through the cracks
I'm all alone on a tightrope
And I'm falling, falling
Watching the sun as it begins to set
Beyond the great white shore
Reclaiming control of our fate
We all powerful under the Sun guided by Great Spirit we are one
pride
And then she'd bring out that worn out family album
Its faded pictures some with corners torn
She'd laugh and poin and tell me funny stories
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