Lyrics:
hier geebnet
Geschichte geschrieben, Legende auf ewig, rrahz
Back to the roots, wieder alles aus
Lege wieder Lines, schick' sie alle drauf
Geb' ihnen
The women's bathroom has no line here
Just, pee where you want
The whole being dead thing
You're just gonna love the folks here
Yeah, I know you're woke,
Another night, another dotted line
I sign my heart away to you
Some call it foolish, guess I'll call it art
water can't save mixin' dark with the light
Corner the art with the business, no beauty mark
But my point is these niggas runnin' with scissors
Es wird langsam Nacht in deiner Nachbarschaft
Rapper dritter Art landen auf dem höchsten Dach der Stadt
Observieren Feinde durch geweitete Iris
Du
the Beaux Arts Ball and what is twice as sad
I was never at a party where they honoured Noel Ca-ad
But social circles spin too fast for me
My ""hobohemia"" is
of transformation immortality is near A gnostic vision Through chemistry In exaltation Rampant devilry Wisdom from the codex the necromantic art Elevating
So do we have enough time?
I don't need these evenings to repeat if we've had enough time.
So have we had enough time?
Like corresponding lines in
because I love it not because I'm bored
Moved away from Beauy but it's pumping through my heart
Now I represent the Frankston line and going fucking hard
the art of compromise
then gaze upon reflections of love's disguise
Who can say what goes unspoken
Who will count the tears we cry
These measures lie
Skid row, marginal. Some will call it home
Emptied for the art walk while the missions close
Pop-up tent cities abounding
Birthing scant displaced
lyin'
Silently detonating emotions
Read the spaces between the lines
Mind your own business while I grow mine
No, it's never personal, yeah
Maybe
thinking, read my mind and I was.
And I was dreaming you were a little old and doodle, doodle into my art room.
On the canvas
Talking, we were standing in
a real job
Busting chrome grills off at these soft-hearted breakbeats
Bouncin' with 808's and gray ink
Blue heart, red skies
True art died in the heart
I worship the ground underneath of your feet
We are experts in the art of frivolous spending
And it's gone on like this for three years I guess
success 'cause I be excellent
Everything we do, everything we do
Excellent
TSB 'cause we live excellent
Art on high 'cause we make excellent
We thank
und meißel' euch ein'n Grabstein
Mag sein, dass ihr nach mei'm Part gleich am Arsch seid
Noch paar Lines, ich mach' mit der wieder Platz
Bin die
told my share of mind
Broke so many hearts way too many times
I need a new start
No, finish your line
I scribble and rhyme
All this shit on my mind
I'd
of lines and get a red nose like Rudolf
Watching porno wacking off in front of my computer
Last eight months I've been straighter than a ruler
And my
Freundin schreibt
Ist nicht mein Thema, ich will Bitches ficken
Die aussehen wie ?,Tattoos und dicke Titten
Und kein Gegner ist meine Lines wert
Kein
Baby, you got somethin' special
Your body is a work of art
But we got a little issue
I feel your chest, but I can't find your heart
Got more
thirty-three in the third
Nerve endings respond to the sound of the drums
Taught myself breath control as I can strip my lungs
Each line makes sense, I don't
Haft jagt das Zaster
Offenbacher Art Bastard, hau mit der Machete
Zieh sie aus die Yachtmaster
Asozial wie Algéries in Paris
Warte vor der Sparkasse
sitting playing piano, he's sitting paying a bill
Betcha they're young, betcha they're smart
Bet they collect things like ashtrays, and art
Betcha
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