Lyrics:
You're clueless
Who you think?
Think you're fooling
I can't be tricked so
Don't be acting foolish
You can't think
Acting stupid
Before I'm rich
Make
Peer pressure got em
Don't do it to em nigga
He was in the schools
Now he shooting niggas, nigga you soft
Who you fooling nigga
Don't tell him that
live because I wanna block people sometimes
Like I do not care at all who you are who are you
Who do who do who you are who you you think you are or who
of catastrophe
Tumble on a comedown from pure ecstasy
Who, who, who do you think ya fooling?
Snooze you lose, the screws, aren't patrolling for you
Get a grip, get
to classy (far too classy)
So you might want a man who's got a job (job), car (car), clothes (clothes), jewelry (jewelry)
Girl I just ain't fooling me
over the rainbow
I write rhymes that jam more than jelly
So call me the Arthur without the Fonzarelli, or Nelly
'Cause I am so bad when it comes
grammar when I'm injured with a hammer,
But I've a preference for the deference of a metaphor.
I've read the Odyssey by Homer and the Iliad as well,
I
(guitar)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Ed mann (percussion)
David ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet)
Motorhead sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals)
a job
Don't work for your father
He ain't no salt of the earth
In your soft little palms
Beneath the Hollywood palms
You might just do well by some
Brown meets Kanye"
Sure, I'm more like if Arthur
Read picked up the bass
And grew up playing in church and
With some tracks by Beyonce
I'm if reckless ate
We suffer everyday
What is it for
These crams of illusion
Are fooling us all
And now I am wearie
And I feel like I do
It's only you
Who can
are fooling us all
And now I am weary and I feel like I do
It's only you
Who can tell me apart
And it's only you
Who can turn my wooden heart
many friends by my side, and those who are gone are still with me
It isn't a matter of pride, to kill the dark lord has been written in prophecy
It's
On the side of me
We Cut from a different cloth
Last of dying breed
And We just cooling
Imagine if We apply some heat
Let them think we fooling
The movement is
with the beast
Who's the feast
It was me
No more suffering
No more lies with pretending
Struggle till I'm out the other side
Some can just coast by
I
baton charge
That stops you taking the city
The ghetto prince of gutter poets
Was bounced out of the room (Jean Arthur Rimbaud)
By the bodyguards
baton charge
That stops you taking the city
The ghetto prince of gutter poets
Was bounced out of the room (Jean Arthur Rimbaud)
By the bodyguards
In an old house down by the beach
Lives an old man who's just out of reach
Oh he's got nothin' to lose
Some say he's a crazy old man
A refugee
we got a creed)
Feel like King Arthur
If you try break my path
I will destroy you
I live by the sword I die by the sword
There won't be no complicity
To the plate homie what's it gonna be
Flash diamond signs, your not fooling me
Fleeing the titans the future seems bleek
Sacrificed with the fame,
I smile like its gonna be okay
Life works
When you jump in
And you don't wait
Been hurt
Hurt those I love
In the worst way
Ain't perfect
But who
Land mines for the able
Grew up from stables to Arthurs round table
Out grew the labels, to be something stable
Stood by the sable, I’ll die by the maple
somes days
Im on the road to them riches if yeen wit me then stay out the way
I done been left by some people who told me that they was gone stay
I
hit up by niggas who used to say damn he sucks
Now I'm on the road via fancy bus
And they hand me bucks
Just feeling like I'm doing what can't be done
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