Lyrics:
mathematics when that Mac go off
My temper volatile, grew up a violent child
Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out
Nigga, nice chain, dice game, try your luck
mathematics when that Mac go off
My temper volatile, grew up a violent child
Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out
Nigga, nice chain, dice game, try your luck
And thinking she was in trouble
The child quickly apologized
But the man was not accepting it
She could see it in his eyes
She explained she had been looking in
Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream
No one considered a leech
Think
legs in the air till she touching the sky
Roll up the weed and blow smoke until I'm red in the eyes
She always look at me and say you're such a wonderful
callous eyes, hateful and serpentine
The last body left to fall sat upon Perceval
Condemned by the same sun, waiting for the whip to run
Hands like
sifting through bodies seeking self
Settling through competitive combat for what's left on the shelf.
A mad melee of supply and demand driven by gullible
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
always said I had to wait
And it's been drama up to date
Enough to traumatize people's lives and the eyes they try to fixtate
A child is born with
sitting on a red eye (hey)
I'm full of them dead guys (hey)
My homie on fed time (yeah free the bro)
Your mama got dead child's (ok)
Put a blick to the head
Even to the angels it may sound like a lie
For you child
He has the troops and extra backup standing by
For you child
For you he's the best he can be
As your child
You call me royalty, royalty
I don't need to chase another high
All I need You said you will supply
I don't need to sacrifice my life
You see
car. There was a constant argument over the radio dial. I didn't want to sing the air supply or Lionel Richie, but if I dared touch the dial, I would be
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
the air, we care
We feel the pain, we cannot explain
There are no words to be heard
A child's face is lost in outer space
His eyes are red, in our heads
We
have wrung and now their numb to the joyful fun of a high five
It's time to die my child
Obliged to defile the dial I tried
But I can't deny my supply
are doomed
And their kids to be raised in tombs
The lies of those who lead
Their eyes are clouded by greed
Our waters, oh they rise- high tide
Our air
calling you
I am He who supplies all your needs
I'm the Lifter of your head and I'm calling you to
Arise arise arise from the ashes
From the ashes the deep
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
The playing fields of Eton
Have made us frightfully brave-
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand,
We'll stand
By
what is your plan
To lay all day in a canopied bed
Held by the claws of a stoneless brooch
Sending the air out sigh by sigh
Regretting the start
There's a rumor goin' 'round on the backside of town
Jake is out to get some revenge
Has fire in his eyes since his brother died
Shot down by
Get down, gonna lead you by the hand
All around the streets of Rackrentland
Where housing supply can't meet demand
And the landlords have complete
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