Lyrics:
SO I CAN Go
open all doors at the stop light
(Put your stunna shades) (Put Your Stunna Shades On)
Verse1:
Christian Dior frame got the lences out
bend
still frontin’
If tha rhymes ain’t real then they really ain’t nothin
CHORUS
He came too far- to leave by tha back door
And they can’t say – the boy
it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you
album
Puff Daddy, enough already
Now its P. Diddy still sound shitty
How can your group be called Da Band
No body plays an insterment man
I dont
ready to retire for sure, ya not see it
I'm from the 70's, I'm down by law, ya not see it
We passed fliers door to door, ya not see it
Popularity's
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
relationship gotta end this wrong
When I made this album
Just another love song
Thought I knew me, well
Love spelled backwards that's true as hell
But love just
Crank up the volume, what you value lately?
The album out it sounds amazing and production wavy
They love to hate me
It wasn't cause I hung around
Half a year later, still ain't heard an album greater
The natives want me out of the office, back on the pavement
Jokers at the top know the king
in aisle 5
'Cause I'll drive straight to your door
Then I'll spin and piledrive your
Face to the floor
Yeah somebody's gotta get murked
Spoke to my
Zombie
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
Talk about judgement day the news said lock-up
heads while channeling Black Sabbath
London after midnight
As fog rolls in from the moors
To the north everybody locking up they doors
Intercourse for
When Satan Rules His World by Deicide
Only What the Light Allows vocals by Tony Reviere
Open the door Jehovah you whore
I am the servant of who rules
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
The worlds knocking at my door, but they’ll never get me
Having fun with my music, make a little history
Said the albums coming soon, everybody’s
Not quite sure if i worn this shirt before
If the light thats on my door is sunset or sunrise
I just know its not you thats by my side
Where did
want to reach at least a million)
Dropping this after dark ambient
Feels strange but that's okay
I'm bambiing for some uh
(Bitch slay)
Making albums
ration
Its bad health and industrial sadness
Never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
This addiction is more random
I walk door to door Mormon
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
of the rucksack, oi Flipz get the four-door truck back
Come to your block in my PJ's
Big dot dot for the briefcase
Bro bought me a watch for my B-day
And my
up for Tinder and swipe right
'Cause I'm the stereotype of niggas who run fast
Got hate on your plate and loss in your lunchbag
Your whole album
gon' tell you the half
Ya not see it
Cause they're really only after the cash
Ya not see it
But they wind up sellin they own ass
One album, two album
an ethereal journey unfolded as Fuzz and Fin embarked on an epic quest.
Each track of the album acted as a door, leading them into uncanny realms, strange
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