I'm so sick of everyone in my life If I died tonight, only the Dalai Lama would cry You should bide your time Hoping I fall to the side Saying “He shone so bright, yeah we was boys pre-hype” Now check it out My only real friends wear white over the suit and tie Jump off the deep end with a 12 gauge and a .45 Subconscious beat down while I tweak out on the pistol sight You don't need real friends when you're always talking to the sky
You got too greedy and took a risk that just wasn't worth it I walk too freely around with tools I stole from a surgeon Better be sure in you assertion to liquidate persons Once I make contact Sign that clean up contract Nobody can stop it for certain Fatal gravity current Nasal cavity vermin Gonna consume all of the powder caked on your Burtons Gotta little bit of gutter green With a surplus of all purpose Mr. Clean in my thermos Fleece all the poppyseeds off your person Never gonna float your boat but I'll burn it
Doctor, doctor Gimmie the prescription I'm trying to turn my morals blurry like my vision Fuck the facts, I got fiction in my system Take it over like a riot in a prison Bitch I'm out like my brain's playing taps Fuck a plan, only tactic is I gotta stay intact I'm only half a man left Lizard brain loose And I got 7 seconds left till that thought loops
Someone please explain why living in a van is so appealing to me I got no reason to be sinking in the Dead Sea I got it so easy, so simple Fill my vehicle full of piss and needles Pit it out, set it on fire Tenty church and tarpy steeple Ay! Ay! The freest agent in the west You aint seen me at my best If you living it's a test Oh no, I got the generator plugged into my chest Snorting Prana through a trash bag Swimming in my nest
Lawer, lawyer Give me the deposition I'm gonna kick that door in the court and be so suspicious on the floor Why don't I just solve all your cases Spare forensics from the gore Drank a whole bottle of Luminol Following putrefaction to the source Work for the firm Johnnie Cochran Oh yes I do Pain pools in every section Pulp of the framed fools Falling like satellites Every person in Gotham spilling their brain jewels Father of 5 Killed the kids and the love of his life tooTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
