my bow and my arrow I will aim towards my atlas And where I hit, I'll go And in my chosen location I will croon a sorry sermon And tune my bass to dead
aim towards my atlas And where I hit I'll go And in my chosen location I will croon a sorry sermon And tune my bass to D.E.A.D. Ooooh Live volcanoes
Goodbye (Good riddance!) Hold up, only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track, let the story begin, begin, begin This is anti-Auto-Tune
I've been down one time And I've been down two times But right now I'm drowning Drowning in the sea of love I've been out here for so very long I've
Keep your crumbling eyes from the gray skies, It can only make living a chore. To come so many miles on broken legs, please don't put yourself through
When she opened up the front door, he was grinnin' like a possum As he handed her a daisy, she heard him say Hey, let's go dancin' to the tune of a twenty
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Silence from you is like The death of a tune, oh I have been driven down By those nursery rhymes, oh Am I troubled by youth To be wordless and useless
news, you're drivin' me crazy Hey now, baby, please Tune into my wave Tune into my wave Tune into my wave Tune into my wave Tune into my wave Tune into my wave Tune
Do you know about the Einstein crew? And do you know just what they want to do? They?re always drinking, never thinking Just looking for someone they
you see the golden trigger Stand before your eyes By the time you stop to figure Lady Wingshot flies away. You are so inviting And I feel so in tune
Boys At The Leisure Pace For The Long Ride One More Time One More Time Through A Day Earns An Honest Wage For Rules Followed In Tune To The Artificial
Out of tune and out of place again The same old crowd, the same expression Never coming back again, rolling out of town No one knew you came from far
, I can hear you breathing honey, one more time wont hurt c'mon lets do it just right, still you moving slow slowing it down bringing me round and hoping, this is the tune
Yeah this death of auto tune Moment of silence {La, la, la, Hey, hey, hye Good-bye} {Hold up} Only rapper to re-write history With out a pen No-I.D
