Lyrics:
his head the fuck off (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm in the mess hall Thursday eatin' chicken with the drug lords
Wholesale, oh well
I know they
I'm rocket high
I'm a shooting star like I shot the sky
I can't see why you even caught my eye
Too busy lookin' at yo' ass when you was walking by
like a Now or Later
You say that you're a trooper, then I'm Darth Vader
You're a Cowboy, then I'm a Raider
You can't compete cause you're incomplete
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
Zion at Duke
I am self made, I did this shit by myself, I can't get put on a shelf
Bitch I'm that nigga, no amount of money can tame
I been goin' nuts
the billiard hall light
How the dogs would hunt their own
If Artemis were here and we weren't drinking on our own
I'm waking up on the passenger side
Bricks
All my n****s flippin' chips
Gettin' rich
Even though it's hard
Tryin' to creep through these halls abroad without scar by ?
With no warning signs
down my halls and constantly be reminded
By pictures, all on my walls and I couldn't sleep at night 'cause
That image burned in my brain of you on that
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom fowler (bass)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Jeff simmons (rhythm
halls
Looking out the windows
I'm a lost soul
With no where to go
I'm just so broken
I'm just a ghost
I need to move on and try to meet someone else
pores
Get raw and kill boors
I can capleton when I'm on a tour
Some manifest, with slugs in they chest
God bless all the cowboys in the wild wild west
high,
Jah Rhastafari,
Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,
Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you twelve disciples
Give me
a lifeline
And I just walked in with the blicky tucked
It looks just like a boner
And I'm too turned up inside this bitch
Can't sit still like tom sawyer
sayin' Reject is too evil
The Cuban is two kilos, I'm the new Sigel
Tell them bitch niggas how to look
I pistol whip you then piss
In your double cup
Fuck
(Greet me) Yeah
(When you see me)
(Never settling for less I'm too greedy) Livid
(We'll be on the TV)
Uh, L-I-V-I-D, livid yeah (Swimming in it till
I've got your cowboy boots and
They're big shoes to fill
I'm doing all I can, but I
Well I probably never will
And I remember when you
Taught me
got some)
I got some beef like Jerry and Tom
Never knew that but the booth is my home
I’m smoking too much I stay in my zone
You’re cappin all day just
Lightless
Black hole conjurors
Reaching Heat Death inside
going bad to worse
Back home turns out
I'm too Post Western
Speed of Life, slow and fast
The great
About each other
More and more too
And to end my
Already long speech
Yes, I can hear
The go away music already
I will finish by
Thanking all
A fern
My wife's ashes in an urn
I'm gonna sacrifice
For this van life
Gotta pay the price
To see paradise
Lighters in the sky
For a guy who gets by
wife's ashes in an urn
I'm gonna sacrifice for this van life
Gotta pay the price to see paradise
Lighters in the sky for a guy who gets by with just
won't throw no shade
And if I never get to walk along no hall of fame
It won't bother me none because I'm in, I'm in my own lane
My own lane, full
van blitz-through
These kids too couldn't find the pistol
Hey yo, I got the Lexus, holdin' my necklace
I'm bent off some next shit
Gasoline
Ladies and gentlemen
Back by popular demand
We got cool G Rap and Polo
Singin it is now
Rhyme Tyme
I be funky to a junkie cause
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