Lyrics:
don't let yourself be tamed by the TV
Radio's got the same ten songs on repeat
The papers claim to be the vein of the free thinkin man
But man, y'all need
out
Wanna write you on paper so I can sing your song by mouth
But more than I you are confused
You don't know why your head's unscrewed
Maybe one day
Track down this murderer, he must be found!
Track down this murderer, he must be found!
Phantom:
Hounded out by everyone, met with hatred everywhere!
No
onto my chest and pounding 'til it turns purple
A breaking bow and the sound of a scream muffled by pillows
So don't so long and don't farewell
Hear me
to save ya?
Loyalty a lifestyle, never be a traitor
Oi, why you watching man's guap? (Why?) Lay your own paper
You see that side-eye there? That shit
to the east wing
To see the Sunday paper crossword queen
They tell stories about the things they've seen while they've still got memories
Everything is
three for three, four by thе time you hearing this, uh
And I'm blessed to hit record and pour my heart in these songs
Till the right one hear it then
I'm old
There's Max and there's Maude
In the house by the station
Call them my best friends
He drinks like a horse
She don't appreciate it
All
The world is paper thin
But it goes on when you give in
With a beauty for the living
Yest this land's been less forgiving
There's a cloud that
running to the papers?
There is no need for that kind of speed
Don't act a fool boy, I find it very ludicrous
They making threads about how hard I fell
But
oh cent, back down, had to eat the top ramen by the pack owww
Hit-boy said price snap now
Fuck that you're hogging the mic, lemme rap now
Make
school legend like Alan Shearer
I'm chasin' paper, you're chasin' Pokemon
Gimme five minute, bet I wrote a song
Music and money what I focus on
You
men and their sycophants
And I often wonder if Ive already died
Out at elbows by the encore
But there’s a citadel inside
Where I’ll go and shape
around the world and back
Screaming more money more paper
Been doing it major
Even Walkers ain't go this much flavor
They say I'm superbad like Mclovin
Now
We find our songs
In fashion magazines
We read the story
In the morning paper
I touch their hearts
And they touch my skin
I'm on your screen
the paper till the blankness is gone
Listen now, talk about the beat after the song
Astronomical, cause that is just a modest measurement
Of my ability
Factory by five, and as the morning hits,
She's working a double-split shift,
The boss says "Hope you don't mind"
In a hand-written note placed in
Keep their hands on the special
Cause they'll show you what tecs do
Them boys is drama driven, raised by the system
Listen, they bust to survive
Your
Liedertext
Well today I bought the paper by myself
And cried 'cause everyone was happy
Alle And on the streets well they where dancing
To some kind
is who I am
Dad's reading the paper
Mother's sitting by the phone
They look at each other
Wonder when I'm coming home
But I'm not in the mood
kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy
Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me
Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature
I get that
made up words
Don`t have a meaning anymore
Carried away by nighttime birds
A blank page left to die
The songs I wrote fade with the wind
turn in
Nobody´s out for all they can get
At least that´s the way I remember it
Back in America
Back in America
You pick up the paper on every
your crown, I'm in my zone, don't fuck around
It wasn't by luck, I was found
Now I'm above the ground
I ain't dissing you, I'm lifting up your gown
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