Lyrics:
Bounce back cardiac, whatever trouble arises I got your back,
We're taking no numbers just face to face,
If you've come for no reason we're taking
so right
...I was evil
You go by the rules
But I do not
'Cause 666 is the number of my butt
Stole my first surfboard
At the age of 13
It was
"How many niggas do you know
Like this" - Xzibit 'Paparazzi'
I had a homie named Al
That we would call Algebra
Cause he could count money as
Fast
to Guntersville
And park me by the lake
Or take me to Toomer's Corner
Put me under an oak tree
Give 'em toilet paper
'Til they mummify me
I'll rest in peace
I took the train down into town, going 'round and 'round the Circle Line
You hate the sights and I hate the heights
Spend all my money going out
Just go ahead (x6)
Sex sex sex is the number of the beast
Dial sex sex seven, if you wanna go with me
Pray pray pray for absolution
If you wanna
view of what I might have done right
A mile high and a mile long
She crossed out the number of the phone
And the address on the motel
But I won't
fucking mind
Wishing I was closer to ending this
And not a, not a day goes by where I don't see
Numbers going up and credit scores follow me
Haunting
of the action
Now you're an African
Forget beliefs and swallow your pain
You're just a number now
And Boy's your name
And you'll never get a piece
up consciousness
With fucked up mental pain
Giving up
Burning out
Falling so far down
Going crazy
Thoughts are hazy
Feeling like I'll drown
Automatic
clouds
Something about our heads blown up by fame
I regret to inform you, you stoking that flame
Our heads are clear, yo, we salary men
Loving this
We watch the sky fall down
We feel the ground recede
In denial we hide and let it rain
Consumed by starving shadows feeding
On our strength
The force
TRUE COUNTRY
Booked a trip down to Nashville, Tennessee
To find my southern roots and drink the Yankee out of me
Stopped in a honky tonk to spend my
to chat to number 32 and 40
Don't he know the letter that I'm waiting for's important
Don't he have no regard for manners or good timing
And then he has
on the news
And the number one goes down
For now
And we don't talk about the Lemon Farm
In the November sun
No we don't talk about the Lemon Farm
In
bust down to heirs
Of which I'm aware
Blank stare, desk duty bored
Seen it all before all aboard, uninsured
Test results rekindle faith in the lord
Symbol of fertility
Number of divinity
Turn the tip down
Hear darkness sound, the coming of witches
The goatlord grins
His facial form, burnt into
I never thought IÕd feel so free; |I canÕt get used to how things used to be. |Call up the mayor, tell the Priest, |Look up the number
it close, keep it from
ever just leaving you
Crying tears confusing fears
they are no longer
When I stand
I know I'll never be down again
Nothing
Keep your contributions by your side and stroke me,
Stroke me
Could be a winner boy, you move quite well
You got your number down
Say you're
fears
And now he's in the clear
Bitten by the belt
And lashed by the tongue
But through all his problems
He looks out for number one
When he doesn't like
the revenant showman's cue, slipping the gap sideways on his heels, toothless grin abeam, arms outspread, his vibrissa geared on a sucker's best wishes.
By
When the smile is on they lips
But the frowns in they eye
When they mouths wish you well
But they hearts hoping you down
Smoke and mirrors they
TOGETHER|AND YOU GOT THE TIME||COOL|YOU GOT MY NAME AND MY NUMBER|YAH I'D SURE BE A BUMMER|IF YOU DON'T SOAK UP THE SUMMER |BY MY POOL|LAY BACK AND SIP
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