1990 truck The one brain in your head It's in there for good luck When two go in and one and one comes out Two go in and one comes out It's 1925 and
know That's the truth and I swear it's no joke Cause time is all to real When you're tired and broke For the pain of the lies and the prejudice Ya can
the poison of the mind and to the lifeline Do it again from the mouth of a liar Knowin' the things of pride to expire Higher than this and low as a bottom
What's that sound that (Powerman, Powerman) What's that sound that (Powerman, 5000) What's that sound that (Powerman 5000) What's that sound that you
're gettin' solid Yeah, yeah, yeah We're gettin' solid I woke up in a scene that was bleak and I knew upon death as I was speakin' Seems I was surrounded by the meek and
to ride then it's ridden Scoop up the bottom that is right next to nothing You gotta blame yourself if you gotta blame something Misery born in the brain like a bad seed And
Now what if my eyes rolled back in my head and turned blood red Fire from a bolt came down then there wouldn't, then there wouldn't be A choice or a
I know that you did, solid We're gettin' solid I woke up in a scene that was bleak and I knew upon death as I was speakin' Seems I was surrounded by the meek and
soundtrack is live garaunteed with a phat beat Gotta be like that if ya' want satisfaction And if they ask ya' what, tell'em file under action Flames in hollywood will get you good
right Step back, what's that, it's creepy reapin' The ship they sleep and they fall in too deep And nothin' changes, nothin' ever will the story's the same And
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doing bad or good, yeah Got a drink on my mind and my mind on my money, yeah Looking so bomb, gonna find me a honey, yeah Got my Ray Bans on and I'm
turn into years and you did nothing And now you wish you'd been left out there on the shelf Baby, you're an angel Doin' things for him and not yourself
'Cause they're so good, I'm so bad, so let's get ugly It's never easy The good, the bad The good, the bad Good bad, good bad Let's get ugly Will the
doing bad or good, yeah Got a drink on my mind and my mind on my money, yeah Looking so bomb(?) gonna find me a honeyyy Got my raybans on and I'm feelin
burning spears in my brain cause me pain sometimes make me drained but I cannot complain - mad the ugly good and bad had some happy with my sad and
was ugly and wouldn't touch me Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy And then they got fussy and they don't remember that And I don't remember you
, rather die to be in jail, It's so good 'till it's all bad, And the ugly niggers gonna crash your broad's ... Chorus: Yeah, yeah! And you keep telling