No time for your scenester shit no time for your popularity contest no time to watch you pose no time for your trendy clothes fuck the dance show, just
who to be? Honest anger wasnt cool enough for you now you've got fans and money but still not a clue anger with meaning and feelings that ring true last
Remember when we were kids on the losing team no chance of coming back the game was called on that ten run rule no more games this is life we're still
I wish I could skate and destroy everyting I see underlying beauty masked by concrete nothing left to hold me back wild on the streets and on the attack
Is it hot in here or is it just me it seems we forgot what this was supposed to be I know its hard to give a shit but this worlds got a problem so lets
George w bush is a fucking idiot not my leader never will be destroying the world with corporate greed inbred aristocracy you call this a democracy?
It seems like the only reason to go on is I dont believe in suicide but I cant just last 'til the next show which will snap first will it be my body
Nero played the fiddle while Rome went up in flames I hope I'm around long enough to do the same violence in the headlines, emo in the scene not sure
'm violent, just cause I refuse to be silent These hypocrites are havin fits, cause I'm not buyin it Defyin it, envious because I will rebel against any
their ends I just really, really wanna go home I promise to get a job go to school and leave drugs alone but he aint going for it In other words kissing
do or die. All the world I would defy Let me make it plain as day I look at you now and I sigh How could it be any other way?
I'm frailin' On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin' In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin' In the words that I'm thinkin'
stop I know it's the right thing to do.....yeah One last dance with you so hard to find the words to say but I can't see any other way girl you'
ain't no brotherhood In other words, good, if you heard, that we're comin up We're out to make a quick buck, that's what I'm thinkin And I'm smokin any
you will die. You race of cowards, you race of imbosiles, you race of good for nothings If you cannot do what other men have done What other nations have done, what other
: (feat. Jack Knight) [Intro:] Baby this is your last dance; you know how you do it There's no nigga like you and there'll never be another nigga like
ya, And when I leave, I always come right back here, The young spit it and everybody in rap fear, A lot of ya'll still soundin like last year, The game
shoulda been called, over for these other niggas Yeahhh, (haha) [Chorus: Drake] I know way too many people here right now that I didn't know last year
