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LYRICS 

I'm mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher
Ain't no regular F-150, this a fuckin' Raptor
No capper, street nigga, not a rapper
Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper
Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin'
We done baptized more niggas than a damn reverend (yeah)
Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin'
Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (gang)
Yeah
I heard Papi outside
And he got the double-R droppy outside
Checked the weather and it's gettin' real oppy outside
I'ma drop this shit and have these pussies droppin' like some motherfuckin' flies
Type of nigga that can't look me in the eyes
I despise
When I see you, better put that fuckin' pride to the side
Many times, plenty times, I survived
Beef is live, spoiler alert, this nigga dies
Keep blickies, and you know the weed sticky
My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickeys
Your shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss me
I come straight up out the 6, and we don't spare sissies
I fuck with her, and fuck with her, and her
I hit up err and tell him do the err, for sure
Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to Turks
Know the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts
Gang shit, that's all I'm on (yeah)
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Let it bang, bang, let it bang, bang
'Til his brains hang and his mama sang
And the pastor sang and them bullets sang
And them choppers sang and the choir sang
I'm on everything
Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain
US Open, had it on us at the tennis game
Tell the coach don't take me out, I like to finish games
And my pen insane, and my men insane
There's like eighty of us now, that's the scary thing
Shit they doin' on that other side embarrassing
We in Paris with it, hundred carats with it
All this shit is for my son, 'cause he's inheritin' it
Gang (yeah)
(Metro)
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on, yeah

Around The World (La La La) x Knife Talk [LOSTBOYJAY REMIX]

KVR Dec 2022

2212_beanpole_Back_&_Forth

On My Way

Not the best instrumentalist, please bear in mind. 

The tempo’s supposed to steadily go up around bar 129, been trying to find out how to do that for three hours now. So that’s pretty fun.

Written for another musician.

*****

Lyrics

Oh, well, it’s morning in America
And you don’t even open your eyes

Oh, well, it’s morning in America
And you don’t even see through the lies

And when you don’t know 
What your neighbor’s thinking,
Or who they even do recognize

And when you don’t know
What your neighbor’s thinking,
And who they even do recognize
(You want to die, you want to)

Oh, well it’s morning in America
And you don’t even open your eyes

Oh, well it’s morning in America
You’re grinning while you spit in my eye

And when you don’t know 
What your neighbor’s thinking,
Or who they even do recognize

And when you don’t know
What your neighbor’s thinking,
And who they even do idolize
(You want to die, you want to,
Want to die, want to)

Oh, well,it’s morning in America
And you don’t even open your eyes

Oh, well,  it’s morning in America
And nighttime on the state of the mind

And when you don’t know 
What your neighbor’s thinking,
Or who they even do recognize

And when you don’t know
What your neighbor’s thinking,
And who they even do recognize
(You want to die, you want to die)

Wanna die
Wanna die
Wanna die
Wanna die
Wanna die
Wanna die
Don’t wanna die
You don’t wanna die
Wanna die
Wanna die
Wanna die
You don’t wanna die
Wanna die
Wanna die
Wanna die
Don’t wanna die
You wanna die
Wanna die
Wanna die
Don’t wanna die
Wanna don’t
Wanna die
Wanna die
Wanna don’t
Wanna die
Wanna die

Morning In America (demo)

Love MJ and The Beatles.
Writing a song a night because it's so very fun.
Not posting daily, but you know.
No, you don't. I do.

Morning In America (demo)

Grea

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