Lyrics:
sell a nickle chums to bums
Run away from home, running through the streets with a chrome
-nigga, fuck that, you see I'm livin on my own
-my life is
to flip? Who's the bitch to
Get fucked by a clip? Ask Tyson
He knows about a hoe is rotten juice
Worth fifteen cent, and burnin' like a loose
I take it
where do I go.
Again by love I'm overthrown, is there a Cure, please let me know.
It leaves you worn and jaded, also a bloody trail. All these
plauges might be the cure for you
There are systems of defence not by your hands
Tread on the chords and they will snap seven by seven,
and your towers will
I know things will work out, oh,oh
That's a lie, but it calms me down, oh, oh
Under surrender by the shadows
Who control this chaotic order
Under
We put up our tent on a dark green knoll outside of town
By the train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse-Faced-Ethel
And her
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down man down
[Street Life]
I live by the street code
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
Time: 2:52 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Engineered by jim linker and rob klohs at dolphin
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
And he thinks he's Hank Williams
Hear him singin' through the door
There's a girl in 202
Who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs
There's a cat in town that you might know
He goes by the name of Domino
A long tweed jacket and a diamond ring
A blue sport car, he's a crazy
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
jumping off bridges
pony pasture cuts our knees
chased by bums and ghosts on bridges
pony pasture cuts our knees
chased by bums and ghosts on belle
approaching
Controlling
Feel you moving so slowly
Come on me
Shouldn't be by your lonely
Shouldn't be by your lonely
I promise nothing but everything that your
to pieces (La-la-la)
Falling to pieces (La-la-la)
One by one
Da-da-da-da
Da-dum-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-bum-bada
You're such a fool,
all relevant all Einstine
please
try warm me
pigeons in the farming
plaguing the world
dirty eyed and no story
maybe you full of worry
flying by
Music by: Gogi Tsabadze
Lyrics by: Petre Gruzinsky
Sound Engineer: Aleko Berdzenishvili
Accompaniment: Dato Londaridze
Alas! In search of my fate I have
Going through the same day by day, all that it was someday was gone and never will come back, as it got tired to the same apathy that was foretold
my mami say you scatta
She de feel by the way that you move when ya near her
You dripping, dripping poison
Drippin', drippin' poison
Drippin', drippin'
A cure's been found for good old rocket lag
(Here is the news)
Someone left their life behind in a plastic bag.
Here is the news
Here is the news
Here is
They patton the cure, then prepare for the lawsuit
Dilute the truth, the troops are all mute
They pied piper the youth seduced by all flutes
Clothed in
placebo cure
Force-feeding us their disinformation
We're now disgusted by other nations
We fight their wars
Built up on lies
See them as they are
Now open
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