Lyrics:
the city while it snows that's a cold time
Pretty boy hair dyed I don't even care mind gone
Watch my breath fog lit by the street signs
Face iridescent
deep like a bachelor
I turn shit over like a spatula
You know how it goes by now, word to God
Lyrics are so hard they'll be Kevin Costner's bodyguard
takes prayer and patience I gave it mine
I don't even show emotion when they ask how it finally feel to shine
Because I knew that this would happen over
push them to their limit just to see how nice it feels.
Well it doesn't really matter if she's living or she's dead,
You just drive away forgetting
confusing then that puppy love
Call it a sick day
Endless by the sea
Loneliness is the new wave
Fiasco without the lupe
Bruce Lee with all that funk sway
Like
feel the aftershock
Models bring me bottles, can you please pass that Ciroc?
Ooh yeah that's a bop, confidence, I have a lot
Spending nights at these
go to war, you keep on talkin', that's some twelve shit
Live by the gun, die by the sword, I took that shit right there and ran with it
Bro, you
It's not enough this world is still rotten
With too many rotten people
Somebody has to do this
And when I first got that notebook
All those years ago
My time was due I saw it through this Cliche
Beauty in the mad I feel the bad Miles away
Drunk on my distain I put the pain on Display
Plot
different places
Seeing things, think I need to face it
But I'm a patient
Overdose, I dont really care no, no, no
What's the dose? Time that shit by twelve
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
it how I live that dog forever be apart of me
(Sometimes I get beside myself you gottta pardon me)
Open palm I'll slap a Nigga out his robin jeans
Fist
deserves it
Yo I'm that grown ass man
With less than a band in my pants
Can't afford name brands
Let alone new Vans
Rents due and I'm short
Cause I spilled
to be bit
In the neck by a snake that kills
Do you know how it feels to be stabbed in the back
Then watch the blood spill
Do you like how it feels
the odds
How that is?
Nothing to it
Keep it moving
What they doing
Don't affect
My improvement
2 jobs plus a student
Never see me without movement
Plus I get
to bind us all
Bind us together like a platinum truss
Giving it over, giving it over
I'm putting my heart into treasures that don't rust
I'm giving it
the Prozac
Arthur Herbert Fonzie
No more happy days I'm sad
I feel like a dump truck
Because I'm full of trash
"How do you even feel?
You don't like what I
I wasn't in some faces, wasn't in town
That I would only hear from Gerald Law and Arthur Brown
My nigga James, I love you that's till the grave
You
time to go yeah
I think it's time to go
But before I leave
I need you to know
That I’ll be okay
Head about to blow
I just need to feel
Like I’m gonna
hold more power than a sword
That must make me King Arthur
Carry my pieces
And let my god be the author
How you go farther
Nft can we still barter
Enter
the verse is ready
Not a how do I feel, not a how do I deal
If that's life, then nigga, how is it real?
These last couple of days I've been speaking to my
a nigga flex up I pop the ?tro?
I feel like I could a nigga ho if I want
I feel like just getting it how I live
I feel like respect my mind lemme feel how I
on the road is you hoe'ing like a Gardner
They say don't judge a book by its cover
Im the author
Now it's clenched fist like I'm Arthur
Lines break da
bars the same man, One of the dopest
That's life, that's how it be
I pray for those with eyes but don't see
That's life, that's how it be
I pray for
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