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One Lyrics - Artist : Rehab
Wartown
Dakota on the beat Welcome to bizarrodom, F for frizzackin' Mr. Brownstone mighta, coulda been the death of me Testosterone higher than the development of my frontal lobe Plus IQ equals eighteen years old Indestructible to a young buck full of all he thinks he know Man, you ain't no Banksy, you a Bansky You acting all Louis Vuitton, but you Vouis Luitton Broke as a bankrupt bastard Play pretend 'til the credit card catch up What you gonna say when the receipts don't match up? You gonna chill, give it up, or cook another batch up? Don't see no better, don't know no better Was yelled at me dead in my face like, "Get that cheddar" Yeah, this the real footage Not with a woulda-coulda-shoulda been-probably, but Yeah, I mighta done better possibly With a killer instinct, but I'm not a counterfeiter Thinkin' for yourself offends many agendas Money and war both based on opinion Say it ain't so when you lie, but who's fault? You don't know either, huh? Welcome to the war Turn the other cheek, thou shalt not kill Really don't rhyme with divide and conquer But I use it 'cause the truth is the world been bonkers Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property And runway life, this is a one-way flight If I ain't crazy yet, this the one they might Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property And runway life, this is a one-way flight If I ain't crazy yet, this the one they might What you want me to say? What if I cared what you said? My maker knows the number of every hair on my head I'm alive in the moment, opponents don't want it And I don't need it either, so that's a bonus Since the fall of man we copied what people showed us And grow disheartened when it occurs over and over Then I beg your pardon, that's a hard pill to choke down Never been a king with a broke crown (So what?) So what the Liberty Bell cracked? The temple curtain ripped, how do you spell that with proper penmanship? I won't pretend I get paid absorbedly for the type of raw I spit Might be against the law in the not-so-distant future Truth is hard to find with a mind full of minutiae What kind of mess we gonna leave behind? Yeah, you, sir Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property And runway life, this is a one-way flight If I ain't crazy yet, this the one they might Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property And runway life, this is a one-way flight If I ain't crazy yet, this the one they might I'm not bold and brazen as the days of my youth Lookin' back with regret, many apologies due Probably too many to-dos, so zip-a-dee-doo-dah Zip-a-dee-ayy, I tipped the waitress and jetted to the mo' where Way back in the day I fell for that Back-breaking betting green, swimmin' pool dream Of an imbecilic kid lookin' like he finna steal it That's exactly what he did just to give it away To smoke a Ghost Toof with the dude that he paid I don't know, maybe they homies that way, who am I to judge Or pass it on to anyone, I might get a stone to the dome at any time Trying to keep it PC, oh, you into petty crime Why they try to make empathy look so pathetic in these modern times? It's enough to flip your wig and turn your toupée upside-down Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property And runway life, this is a one-way flight If I ain't crazy yet, this the one they might Geometry and symmetry of cemetery property And runway life, this is a one-way flight If I ain't crazy yet, this the one they might If I ain't crazy yet, this the one they might If I ain't crazy yet, this the one they might |
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