Lyrics:
the task at hand
You say it ain't a game while playin backgammon
I'll hide behind my mask again
Like I ain't runnin shit like laxatives
Passive
archer put a stone in my chest
Stain with blood your frozen darts
Like a cigarette smoked by the wind
Tender lover who covers my heart with wax
A quiet
a beverage
Already look this fine, I bet that I look better rich
You in my headlights, I turn you into venison
Praying on my downfall, but I'm atheist
vision you lacking too see, your delusions are distracted by booty
Only time your thoughts actually stick out
Only man for the job these feature fuel me
And it fuels my addictions
Hangin' out in this whirlwind
If you cool my ambitions
I'm gonna cut you out
That's why I can't hang with the cool gang
fuel, build me and fill me up
So I can see the wider view
But if you cram me in, then you hand me my fate to lose
And you should know by now, that I make
bass
Your girlfriend screams when M.C.A.'s in the place
He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand
Cold chillin' in the spot
bass
Your girlfriend screams when M.C.A.'s in the place
He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand
Cold chillin' in the spot
Start this fire (Start the fire)
Fuel my desire (My desire)
I ain't lying (I ain't lying)
When I say you're the one I need (You're the one)
Yeah
bible and my rosary beads
I'm surrounded by life-draining vampires
In the next room and across the hall
It don't mean nothin' at the end of the day
entertainment turned tragic
In the end I'll be remembered even under the harvest
Live and die
In this facility my only ability to get by
Politicians trippin'
In and out the country never feel at home
Awake by night, asleep by day
Ridiculous
I'm like a jet-lagged bird
It's in my heritage, my blood-line
(WAY)
Tucking my map, stay in the wrong state (STATE)
Almost to E, my fuel is gone away (AWAY)
In need of a push, don't wanna stall today (OK)
Stranded
is not real life
This the vision of my eyes
This feels like a cooking show in my hand is the knife
In my hand I have the light switch
This gone
recruited ya
To be mine, by my side we gon do it up
Right there with me in the field, fuck a sideline
You already know the deal, so it's nada
Roll with me,
boomers
Mash on the gas as fast as I can
Gotta come up with a plan
Or sink in the sand
The blueprints are in the
Palm of my hand
Palm of my hand
Palm of my
wrong, it's absurd
That a frog and a bird
Are in love, but I know in my heart
This was so meant to be
'Cause I love you so much
Too bad we can't touch
generous
I just been stacking my leverage
Stuck in her brain like a hemorrhage
She fell in love with my cleverness
Hand me the mic know I'm with it
Jden like
devised myself a plan
That should be the envy of most any man
I'd sneak it out of there in a lunchbox in my hand
Now gettin' caught meant gettin' fired
Erase mistakes that's in my past, the days when i laughed
Without subconscious worry behind the face of a mask
Haunted by the words, that i've
on and strike the match
I'll breathe in a little harder
Never have I asked for
A happy ever after
The lighter and the fuel
Gasoline to fabric
Burn down my house
a great boy and what would folks say
To hear my mother singin' me to sleep all day in such a daft way
Men say the winter was bad that year fuel was
I go on a spree
Treat me like I'm in first class with the way I be spending this green
Look at the way that I walk in my forces
Creasing the pair
It's more than a feeling
I've used the battery up
Nowhere to jump
My bones are buried in the basement
Very heady revelry, the penalty was basic
I came
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