Lyrics:
the bars with the names of the stars of the day.
On the banks of the whiskey river rolling by...
In the shadows of the giant rhinestone carrot in the sky.
to kids
Cyber bullies what are those
Being a poopy on purpose
To see these four year olds flip
I spam UWU in the chat
Say XD to everything (XD Gamer)
It
release no doubt just close are eyes and open fire
Mash and bang on niggaz let them hot boys fly
You can tell a maniac got a look in his eye, card green,
wanted the world of you
You wanted the same of me
Is this the same dream I see
This is behind the scenes
And I think that one day
These scenes
We can play
I have ADD
Ha Ha
What I are is not what you are
I could do it all with or without the Hoo Ha
Cha Cha, this is insane
10,000 hours, skin in the game
Precious days of love
Tender days of care
Tortured days of hardships
When there's no-one there
To whom it may concern these are my final words
My will
a maniac all day
(Somebody better let 'em know)
(I'm too lowkey for that)
Niggas on the bad slope, finna crash woah
Tryna show the hoes the cash flow
keep on doing this 'till the day that we die.
We are the ones that run these streets like young guns.
We'll drive like maniacs, and watch out for each
Arenas (hey) Subpoenas(Hey) Houses (Hey) Cars(hey)
Everybody wants to be a roxstar
10,000 Maniacs singing my songs
Got that Widespread Panic cuz we ain't
Arenas (hey) Subpoenas(Hey) Houses (Hey) Cars(hey)
Everybody wants to be a roxstar
10,000 Maniacs singing my songs
Got that Widespread Panic cuz we ain't
hear,
10,000 messages a day
A million more transmissions lay
Victims of the laissez faire
10.000 voices 100 guns, 100 decibels turns to one, one
and sippin'
On whiskey! Ayy baby, you with me?
(Where am I? What is this?
What are these- What are
These cats doing?! What are
They doing?! Stop, please, no!
Wilt Chamberlaaaaain! Ball is life
10,000 Girls, I don't need no wife
Wilt Chamberlaaaaaain! I'm dripping' ice
100 Points, i ain't checkin' the price
slip (yeah)
'Cause mad nigga's throats gettin' slit
By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister
You punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue
this aggravated, multi-modal, bilingual word flow
Perform a stage show
These are my only ways to be relieved while audience is derivative
You can't be
to the sound like the wind blows on
seems to lead to paradise something far beyond
As Tears go dry
We are the other the we touch the sky
As scenes go by
These
crazy
For making all these claims
But I swear before this day is over
You folks are gonna see some rain
Hey Lizzy
Well a man's gotta have a dream
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
*
They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
pool's space
We'll pass this fool phase
All my people are lost in darkness
Bitches asking why i act so heartless
I'm the one who sending warnings
Bad day
the maniacs
With the chunky goodie sac's, so I don't carry an ax
But I still swing low with the lumber jax
Tracks are being made by Organo-I-Z-E
Why we
crazy
For making all these claims
But I swear before this day is over
You folks are gonna see some rain
Hey Lizzy
Well a man's gotta have a dream
It's a mystery
Love story, dying breath, how you missing me
Graves are all around my bed, live in scrutiny
Hear these voices in my head telling me
want to stay around this time
I miss the old days
I might be dead by now
The animals are trying
To tell me something amazing
But I'm ignorant of their
honest
I hope you stay the proudest
And I'ma yell my loudest
ILY from PI to HI
Wherever that you fly
The days go by
Next time we say hi
Swear you'll
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