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It's like I learned all the shit I was supposed to learn, but like deep down I'm not, actually that shit. You know what I mean? But the truth is, is that like, I'm just hurt. Like when people, when people are like mentally traumatized they just, they turn into animals. And that's why I'm a daywalker, ya know? Cause it's like, I should just be on the street biting myself and screaming at people.
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Moneytalks (og by AC/DC)
01:35
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Tailored suits, chauffeured cars
Fine hotels, big cigars
Up for grabs, up for a price
Where the red hot thembos keep on dancing
through the night
The claim is on you
The sights are on me
So what do you do
That's guaranteed
Hey big man, you want it all
The furs, the diamonds, the painting on the wall
Love me for the money
Listen to the moneytalk
Love me for the money
Listen to the moneytalk
A french maid, foreign chef
A big house with king size bed
You've had enough, you ship them out
The dollar's up, down, you'd better buy the pound
The claim is on you
The sights are on me
So what do you do
That's guaranteed
Hey big girl, you broke the laws
You hutsle, you deal, you're the same as us all
Love me for the money
Listen to the moneytalk
Love me for the money
Listen to the moneytalk
You're the same as all these motherfuckers
Just tryna get a bag
Don't let em tell you you're different
Oi
West Coast NORCAL's best
This VXROW shit we about
Money talks, bs fucking walks, bitch
West coast norcal cybergrind
That's what it is
That's what it's gonna be
This VXROW saying
Money talks
Bs fucking walks, bitch
Make money or your a bitch, bitch
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That's really what my, it's what's, what's, ya know, what's in my heart, ya know, like my ministry. (laughs) That's my ministry, it's just being on the street biting myself and screaming at people.
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that light on my feet type shit
angry I go through this shit
happy im expelling it
look at me again
hey I'm out here human
yet I'm not a human
where is all my movement
where is where am
this is not the way i
hey I'm all here human
im not in my new
where is all my movement
in my head
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Beal (feat. Joe Cutter)
01:47
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[JOE] Wax on wax off dat ass prax on deres feeling like
I'm obligated to latch on the stress
Tess is lit-mus rag doll um how I toss um dip shits
Directly inside of the clutch
I swing my nuts like nunchucks bear witness
I'm dark inside of this prism but what
I project is realistic Your b**** emaciated as f***
like Ally McBeal b****
Beal b****
Beal b****
Beal b****
i hate these titties
swinging wildly
in my way and
hella sweaty
wanna get a little snippy
wanna show my lil nippy
why are
sacks of fat, so sexy
just
cause they could feed a baby
i don't want a fuckin baby just a bra
that doesn't hate me
like Ally McBeal b****
Beal b****
Beal b****
Beal b****
i wish these stupid tits never grew in
i wish these stupid tits never grew in
like Ally McBeal b****
Beal b****
Beal b****
Beal b****
Joe
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But ya know, I, if I could, if I could take that and put it into a band instead, that'd be good. I just don't want it to go to waste, ya know?
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(Two bits of stone
where to go
fabricate centerfold
thinking more
feeling whole)
is it enough?
it's good now
it's good now
it's good now
(it's good now or ?)
it's good now
it's good now
it's good now
(it's good now or ?)
i don't feel words
insides that burn
keeling cover
cutting up into nothing you can hurt
bravely where i can go
senses that choke the world
more than an aggravation
i am not without satisfaction
i don't feel words
insides that burn
keeling cover
well are you here waiving above me
or just another
word . .
burn!
your love your fuck your bullshit
first the cross then mental prison
Jesus!
god's just a word
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breed, breed, breed, breed
breed, breed me fenced in
all of my insides are warm
take a sip, don't repeat it
wings in the last of the known
inner veil, so revealing
im on my way 2 the sun
crispy outside, softly seasoned
["this song is about chicken nuggets"]
breed, breed, breed, breed
breed, breed me fenced in
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[BVNE] I don't know what's behind the hinges
It cracks, I follow you in
my intuition always leads me far astray
Break it down
To open up
The door in my head
What's inside is nothing now
Turn the knob
Oh my god
I'm cracking open
Fucking hopeless
Falling down
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Life without a bag of chips
what a way to live
into what we got we give
what a way to live
being fake to earn a quid
what a way to live
dying for a sponsorship
what a way
ya dead
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It's like I learned all the shit I was supposed to learn, but like deep down I'm not, actually that shit. You know what I mean? But the truth is, is that like, I'm just hurt. Like when people, when people are like mentally traumatized they just, they turn into animals. And that's why I'm a daywalker, ya know? Cause it's like, I should just be on the street biting myself and screaming at people. That's really what my, it's what's, what's, ya know, what's in my heart, ya know, like my ministry. (laughs) That's my ministry, it's just being on the street biting myself and screaming at people. But ya know, I, if I could, if I could take that and put it into a band instead, that'd be good. I just don't want it to go to waste, ya know?
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tumble outta bed
and I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
and Yawn and stretch and try to come to life
Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumping
Out on the street, the traffic starts jumping
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
Working 9 to 5,
what a way to make a living
Barely getting by, it's all taking and no giving
They just use your mind, and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fair promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me
They let you dream just to watch them shatter
You're just a step on the boss man's ladder
But you got dreams he'll never take away
In the same boat with a lot of your friends
Waiting for the day your ship will come in
And the tide's gonna turn an' it's all gonna roll your way
Working 9 to 5, what a way to make a living
Barely gettin' by, it's all taking and no giving
They just use your mind and you never get the credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
9 to 5, yeah, they got you where they want you
There's a better life and you think about it don't you
It's a rich man's game no matter what they call it
And you spend your life putting money in his wallet
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