[Slug]. He started running down the middle of the street. Bare feet, looking like he needs a little to eat. Broad daylight, the school kids are laughing at him.
You know you fucked up right?. Bye bye, wish you luck with life. But I'd be damned if, I let you manage. to bless that blade and keep taking advantage.
[Pilot over PA]. "Folks I know you're all dying to know how long--. I cannot answer that now. We're gonna have to have a maintenance technician come over.
As far back as he cares to remember,. he used to see his old man lose the temper.. And Mama's pretty face would catch it all.. On a regular basis the nest would fall..
Starin over that strech. into the horizon. with my eyes and ears closed. sealed with a clear coat. i'm at a loss for words,. but i know a lot of words for loss.
staring over that stretch, into the horizon. with my eyes and ears closed sealed with a clearcode.. I'm at loss for words, but i know a lot of words for loss.
I had a rough day, but that's life, it happens. Woke up on a dark side of my mattress. I guess I forgot to set my clock. Overslept, almost lost the job.
You should've stuck with the original plan, to be a little man. Should've kept it simple, before the shit hit the fan. Give the kid a nipple, cause he sucks.
Yo Anthony man, you just texted me again man. Nah man no, he's trynna, he's trynna get me to do a verse on his shit. Yeah same dude that used to talk all that shit back in the day.
I wanna follow the footprints across my lover's stomach. I wanna call out her name before I plummet. I wish I had a map of the terrain. So I could step around the landmines.
Don't even know if I can write this song. Caught on a beam between right and wrong. Got to keep forward, keep straight. For the sake of why we stay awake all night long.
(Verse 1: Slug). A city of fools. I wanna bash whoever's responsible for this incomprehensible lack of passion. The sucker's been seduced down to the stick.
Yo can I get a Seven and Seven over here?. Yo can I get a Cranberry Citron?. A tall one?. No, no, lemme get a Newcastle, a Newcastle. . Yo homie. Had I known.
There ain't no way, to explain or say. How painful the hangover was today. In front of the toilet, hands and knees. Tryin' to breathe in-between the dry-heaves.
She came back to visit, she says. 'Cause in some ways, Minneapolis is more real than L.A.. But I won't go to the triple-rock on a tuesday. Too many people pop out of they pimples and play.
(Voice messages from upset girlfriends). Hey you fucking asshole. Hi Sean, I just got finished cleaning some vomit out of my car. Sean, I'm so fucking pissed at you I could rip your goddamn arms off and..
[Spawn]. When you die what you own on Earth won't be coming with you. So all that fat shit you've got, I ain't trippin that ain't an issue. If you've got vibes, on a cool level we can talk, but if you live lies.
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(intro). [Slug]. Aight, its a stick up. Put cha hands up. You, put cha fuckin hands up. Put cha hands up (repeats). I'm 'slug infinite', he's 'no idea'.
Dusty trails. Jezabels singing about heads and tails. Breast pocket full of useless words. I made a promise I would prove my worth. I gotta work, gotta work 'til I sweat poison.