C'est une histoire, mais c'est pour quoi je suis la, pour vous raconter cette histoire, decrivons ainsi la scene On commence A la tombe du jour Quand
Just ?cause you?re hot you can?t believe it Leave it Just ?cause you?re hot you can?t believe it Oh that?s right I?ll leave it Leave it Gonna leave
Until Heaven stop the rain Until Heaven come up and stop the rain Optimism in my heart A child of God A couple of years ago my life was falling apart
It?s so out of sight This time this place This space in the open Where we would lay Outside the sky is black In the middle of July Unstable nature Damn
me throw like a fist of rage Self-made and paid and sawed off 12 gauges Up that ass for the 9-8 Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes Seven years on wax
over You're intrigued by the way I do my thing (Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing [PMD] I have the capability to rap and chill Cold wax
[Taylor, Green] Plumes of smoke are rising from the city streets below Stainless steel and candle wax cast a sickly glow Let us prey Death will stalk
like a fist of rage Self made and paid and sawed off twelve gauges Up that ass for the nine eight (Nine eight) Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes Seven years on wax
Yo D, watch these watered-down clowns get drowned And lounge sound broken down in Cuba tryin' to build ships off shit they bit I spit that major play saliva Taylor
alone smashin' pumpkins on stage in a rage a machine devilish fiends, wreckin' the detroit scene kickin' ass leavin stars on yo head from my converse chuck taylors
(Miller/Taylor) Up every day at six Bacon and eggs to fix Four kids from one to four Pretty soon there'll be one more I got old floors to wax and scrub
these watered-down clowns get drowned And lounge sound broken down in Cuba Tryin to build ships off shit they bit I spit that major play saliva, taylor
phrases and I'm gonna coin 'em Put my Bluetooth in and I'm on my way Gonna be a motherfuckin' douchebag today Gonna groom my beard like a bonsai tree Wax
watered-down clowns get drowned And lounge sound broken down in Cuba Tryin to build ships off shit they bit I spit that major play saliva, taylor-made