No razor blade under the tongue No noose tied round my neck I tied a shoestring to that knife And prayed one day I would feel that threat But that day just would not come- So I put the knife on that shelf I had become what I feared the most Looking in the mirror I don't see myself
It's grayscales, recongnition is permissive And right now it seems that I don't really have permission I tied my hands by myself with my mouth Now I'm bound by my words and And they bound to come out Top down's not an issue I don't have a whip, cept' the one I beat myself with Puglistic fit Nuts enough to go Kliscko. 85 and 0 Tryna ohh, potato vodka's a no, no, so I try to keep it one hunid sitting in the burbs Where nobody recognizes me, lacking on the herb So replace it with another vice Legal kind this time, enough to kill a horse off Warsaw type crime Embellish til' I'm Belly up, absent tee problems I've been fighting with myself for 10 years to try and solve them 82 to 2012 build up to the grandiose They think I'm a replicant, wait until the overdose Of overeducated, never hesitated extroverts Public servants serving the public that's just a fucking joke ---4 years can't start a revolution So fuck a presidential election let's let em' boo em' Til' the PAC funds dry up, Cold Bears rise up Christie when I bully shit, Obama when I wise up My trigger fingers for the varmints when I'm feeling gully The bigger picture still can linger but it's getting blurry
No razor blade under the tongue No noose tied round my neck I tied a shoestring to that knife And prayed one day I would feel that threat But that day just would not come- So I put the knife on that shelf I had become what I feared the most Looking in the mirror I don't see myself
Lonestar state-- ready for whatever fightin' pennsatucky luck I'll trade a bullet for a sweater ...never hate, cuz' my cheeks stay turnt Even though I been burnt keep the swagger on learnt --on my own two feet... I cut these teeth I get aggy I get sad, I get happy I eat beef Dodge chickens---- respect and love women At the bottom of the barrell the pharoh is not living Not blessed by no fraud, but blessed to stay hard Knock off any chest that's pressed to bogart No flexing, no jawing, chuck bark don't start Put the SNL cast on blast when I star --musical guest, and comical host Cue cards are not cute, the drugs dope But not mine... this script is unkind So passionately natural with buds of my kind I smoke that new hope, turn that next page I'll blaze on the day when I feel we're all paid ----reperations for those that can't say it Philip k. dick dickens for those who hate hate I love who love's love, the next day will come Pray to your god, I pray to that sun, in that way I'm frayed no star and no funds The kool aid is done, who stays and who run's
No razor blade under the tongue No noose tied round my neck I tied a shoestring to that knife And prayed one day I would feel that threat But that day just would not come- So I put the knife on that shelf I had become what I feared the most Looking in the mirror I don't see myselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
