Lyrics:
Beckett by Phyllis Carey says Catherine
Malloy and I'm searching for Joyce n Beckett. In the Heart of the
Hibernian Metropolis, Joyicity, events of all
emotions placed upon different parts and players
Each week he waited for the next free CD
To put on his headphones and get lost completely
So he saved all
in my face
We’re different
We’re different
I ain’t leavin’ you anyways
It’s all up in my head
Might be bad
I’d rather stay at home
All alone by my own
I'm tryna find a better vibe
Oh, it's when the times you walkin' by
My heart all of a sudden alive
Tell me, what's the plan, what we gonna do
I've
Not the same when we met, you's a different girl (Woo)
Why you had to to do me like that? (Why?)
Why you had to to do me like that? (Why?)
Why you
lack of confidence
Translates into inaction
That lowers confidence levels even further
On and
On "So, first of all, " he told the audience
"let me assert
jail and semi-automatic
For static if the crack fails
So since we all talk the same slang
Stop killin, my brother
Cause we're all from the same gang
Fuck all y'all Slobs
Puttin' in much work "
[BLUE RAG]
I'm deliverin' real in every form and characteristic
Layin' Slobs in their muthafuckin' casket
sustainable enough to make the cream.
So they settle for a shitty job to provide for their families.
And hope it all pays off so they can end up living happily.
the same, I'm totally winning a whole different game
We not dripping the same, I'm totally killing and shifting the wave
Buss-down wrist take yo eyes
hopeless
Been heaven sent my notice
Wolves are biting at my throat
Cast out
From one's I held close
Passed out
The liquors all I know
So set me free and let
a fad in the days of my dad
Now MC's is makin' G's and goin' for bad
The X in my name makes it, all official
Am I the king? Well that's the so
bounds
Like scotty pipping
You said that I took a lost
Only thing I lost is you
The vibe feeling different
When I'm all alone in the booth
I used to have
know
They wanna know where I came from
Not havin' a pot to piss in
Stop and listen
I'll tell you how I came from Rags to Riches
I remember sellin'
ordered to war
So at 3:45, which, by the way, is a quarter a to four
Somebody ask me for change for a dollar
While I spray your ass with four different
feelin' just like I'm at mass
Yeah, I'm comin' for that ass
Game been broken too long, so I guess I am the cast
Like my section 8 crib, finally found
you then haven't looked long enough
And yet we so all herald this narrative of pearl
Of losing our own minds
Of insanity to the religious doctrine
With a bitch that says she's working, but she's twerking on the stick
As much as this shit hurts, shit not worth a fucking cent
So I cursed the ho out,
done seen the devil sit beside my seats
Pourin 40's for my dawgs deceased
Makin waves but I aint by a beach
From the mud so I kept the cleats
If money
Get out of yo feelings is you on the rag
Get out of yo feelings man y'all are too sad
Get out of yo feelings get of yo feelings ye
Maybe on Monday,
Crushed by my crush
I'm giving up on love
So lock up my heart to keep it safe
It's not for yours to take
And as your memory fades
I'm taken back
Yeah
It's Jor
What's up pal yeah, I just wanna vent
Tell you all about my needs and get some business off my chest
So get yourself preppin' while I
a different tier
Said he dropping, His shit NEVER knocking
So who really cares?
Stuck up in my ways, been up for days
But aint been sober once, in and out
with rain
We never did allow no roots to grow beneath our feet
Life just had no pattern for Gypsy Joe and me
All we had was each other and the rags
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