Lyrics:
wouldn't know that's my dying
Where are the others nammy you beat and kept driven
Now in my heart they do a big hole
'cause my little, little, little toes
Eventually you'd walk with me too
With holes in the carpet, holes in my shoes
Holes in my brain that I've worn through
Holes in my memory, holes in my blues
a youth is bound to stray when they make their own way
Island living, between the devil and the blue sea
Eyes red. Shades on
Tell me what do you see
Do you
Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
Well, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a Washburn stretched
from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings
...oh, hey! What! Dave, is that you? Yeah? What day is it? Saturday. Saturday? What do you mean, I've been
in here a week? I have? I don't
Oh Truly U
Sun is more brighter cause the light is you
you're the reason i wipe off the blue
to the sky, so we can dance like dave on the floor
(oh U
I'm going to fucking kill you dave, lice you and dice you into little pieces
Serve you with Reece's Pieces, I'm a genius
Cut off your fucking penis
(c'mon!)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
For
the unifying
Hands of our children
Across this big blue marble
And NIRVANA's tarty
Musical career so please bless
Us again - we'll forever feed off of your
to the spot, had to shake these damn polls
Forces fucked up and I done lost my dro
All white and gray with dem bubble shoe laces
Even got dem blue ones for
got it made
You're moved to precision
We're all sold out of human rights
It's made your decision
Keep belief in avoiding wars
Keep faith in Santa
And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'
That tune the bomb, yo"
"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio
This is 'Can't Wait'"
Woo, yo
clearer to see
You not a goblin Goodz it's about a dollar
Niggas could beat ya collar
But out here robbin' (Robin) Hoods
You got it good, niggas can't be
Got an elusive disposition
You would never know
How I feel 'cause I got no one to talk it out
Trapped in my head
Hanging by a thread
I'm so f- messed up
and you're feelin' blue travelin' light
With a hole in your soul where the wind blows through
A hole in your soul where the wind blows through
You wandered
And dancing like a complete twat
Plus, judging by the gurn-factor
He's definitely on haaaard drugs innit
What a twat
Yeah You The Man
Yeah You The Man
You got
it simple my friend
Tell me straight my friend
Why is it that you hate
Everything that I create
I'm a square peg in a round hole
Can't be rounded,
from a red Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings
I've got a hole in my heart
Hole in my heart
Now you see right through the hole in my heart
Hole in my heart
Shoot your arrow through the hole in my
Dave the Fresh popped up in my inbox, like “Hey wassup, I heard your music, yeah, you the god!
You can do no wrong, and I’ve known it all along,
Just keep the sad truth in mind
As I tell this to you
That we really only talked
For a minute or two and I never got her name
And she never got mine
But
as sweet as sunshine?
Darling, don't you see by just standing here by me
You make it so much easier to find?
The hole in the rain, hole in the rain
still none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
(2nd verse)
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