Lyrics:
surrounded by his books
A serious, lonely and sad old man whose youth has passed him by
And Jim and Will conspire
To ride the carousel
Could set their souls
brought
Them through the Alps
Catching the enemy completely by
Surprise and defeating
Them there are no Alps and
No obstacles that can stand in the
Way
time
I'm gonna get nine tracheotomies, all the way around my neck
I'll be tracheotomie man!
"He can smoke a pack at a time! He's tracheotomie man!
I'm
Same ol' frustration when they saw
The times were not a-changin'
Jim warmed up to the cold hard truth
Jim plays piano, a simple weekend warrior
built when I was 8
how many times did we sing along with that old Jim Croce tape
its funny how all these little things
remind me who I want to be
and I
Sitting by the window, she's
Sitting by the door, her
Nose upon the window is cold
Nails upon the window breaking
Nails upon the door
Looking
the hour
But Jim Beam was there for breakfast every day
Yeah she put a hurtin', on my heart and on my soul
And when she left, she took a piece of me
But
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
pushing their agenda
Telling us that the only way's to hate
But the way I see it we're all the same
We're all the same
My brains been in the weighroom
Nineteen-hundred-sixty-four
We were kids, didn't know about the war
Still wasting time in school
There were Joe and Sue, Jack and Jim
A couple
the movie Life
It burn the roof of my mouth
Every time I try to spit a line
It's Afficial
Don't say nothing if you can't get it right
If the warden or woman
honey
How about some drink, yes some gin rummy
After that, come here and sit down
And put on tenderoni by mister bobbi brown
We waste no time, it was time
Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own
Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own
beginning to end
And then when I'm finished, you better believe
That in the end each and every guy and gal'll see
That I'm way too much for some Eminem clones
2021 Rap Up
Talk to 'em, Tommy
You know every year, at the top of the year, it's my time
Y'all be waitin' for me to talk reckless
Respectfully,
She done came in my life and tried to destroy it
Every time I lay eyes on ma' I just wanna fuck her
To put my lil' baby in her she had an abortion
on the radio
All afternoon with nowhere to go, yeah
I can’t think about Monday, yeah
Sweet sippin on a Sunday
Every year that passes by
I seem to have less time
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
on the left. he is the guy that is making me do all this shit. right over there. now all through this movie, every time we've been on s
I've had to look over in
We ain't hard to find
And I ain't got shit for a
Bitch but a hard time
Yeah, picture me sacrificin' integrity
(Yeah) picture me gassin'
Black towel hoodie, I'm a hood guy
Gas Gang, I was like Suge Knight
Now I live it up, every month book flights
I don't wanna be broke, so I work hard
They kill me
In the car and on my own
Takes me nowhere, nowhere's home
Thinking about where I have seen her
Every Time she's in the mirror
But somehow
way)
Cause I got nuttin to lose, suttin to prove, I'm screamin' EASTSIDE
(EASTSIDE!!!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set!)
And what we live by (yeah),
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