Lyrics:
it sound like /sound bites /of my uncle talking about the 70s n eighties/Zeus n hades/ ain't more God than me n frog /im what's in between the prologue
earthworm demeanor (no it isn't)
My name is Ian Mathias Bavitz and I was born in Long Island, New York
Seventy Six, before Graham and after Chris... OK
In
who you know
If the music's gotten boring
It's because of the people
Who want everyone to sound the same
Who drive bright people out
Of our
Took a plunge into my past to share with my son
Bringing back sweet memories
Like thoughts out the back of my mind
Going back in some time
Like when
It's never simple here it's all lies truth be untold
Always blinded by love
Wanted my life to be done
Never peaceful here I just wanna have some fun
My
Every time I come around you
It's like my mind becomes sound proof
Don't hear nobody but you
I'm enjoying the sound of you
It's just something about
Tonight I'm gonna lay you on the bed, bed
And we ain't even about to have sex, sex
Just lay your head down on my chest, chest
Sometimes the simple
nigga from the south
Especially if I fuck around and put golds in my mouth
These words I speak are simple but they don't understand
Practice what you
catch your eye
Well I'm alone tonight
It's like a parasite
The way you're in my mind
And I just can't decide
How I should spend my time
I say, No I'm fine
My Ade T OGist G yes may you Rest In Peace
My ride or die my girl for life I cannot rest with ease
Since you been gone what's on my mind you would
at a breakneck speed only reachable by a, a seventy-something in tear-away vestments.
And so, like the pilgrims before him, Dino Sore tightened the laces of his
like Pete Rose
This year, I'm doing big things
Livin' day by day you know life ain't easy as it seems
Advice to my dogs, appreciate the simple things
you
Searching in the dark
Listening for the sound of your voice
And your heart
In my mind
I can’t tell them apart
As I pace along the passages
Guided by
When the Capitol Hill's Insane In The Membrane
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Collective on the scene bringing change to the game
Simple
When the Capitol Hill's Insane In The Membrane
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Collective on the scene bringing change to the game
Simple
the future
So suck it up and tough it out
And be the best you can
The rain hit the old dog in the twilight's last gleaming
He said "son it sounds like
a body found burning in a car
Sounds in my soul, spoons turning in a jar
Melodies of mayhem, picture Slash working his guitar
This ain't for the simple
man what you doing? Give Ready a hand
Now my life is wonderful and I feel great
I haven't been in an arcade since seventy eight
Thanks to Ready see I'm
and women and clubs
Company dinners and drugs
You can get a big house
Chef in the kitchen, what's up?"
I was just simple and young, fishing and living it
Windows down
Cold air to my face
Let the music drown
The noise in my head
The insistent sounds
That take away my peace
The second its found
I find myself
mind stay locked in the back of a dime
And all you can think about is how a nigga swept you, 3-1
I'm more like Lebron, you're more like Kris Dunn
Bitch
be broken
So sing this part with me
Made it simple made it loud
To be sung by everyone
Sitting out there in the crowd
Woah oh oh ooh
Now you know oh oh
Yoda
A Florida, Pensacola
There's more to roll-a by Motorola
I'm in control-a, I hit the quota
I made this beat sound while
I was in Minnesots
Fuck,
nice
I'll hear the sounds of Truth to get these worries off my mind
And no one can dispute, the Lord I serve is by my side
So take me to the station
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