Daylight

Discussion in 'General' started by Bizzoo, Feb 2, 2009.

  1. Yo...put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation
    I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent
    While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement
    I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience
    Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual
    Dirty cooperative Neptune blue head hurt splits
    Ridiculous fathom the splicing of first generation
    fuck up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!)
    I paste the game to zero all completion green (Splash!)
    Took an early retirement pick a dream
    American nightmare hogging the screen
    I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in
    and you would stop following me around the jungle gym
    Now it's an honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage
    Marry crutch stolen wretched refuge refuse my teaming resonance
    I promise temperance storm breed with a leaning conscious
    In a credence relax responsive with my sports outsource the wattage
    And I'm sleeping now (Wow!) And the settlers laugh
    You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash
    You won't be laughing when the buses drag your brother's flags into rags
    You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs
    You won't be laughing
    And I hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
    So I triple knot them then I forgot them
    This origami dream is beautiful
    but man those wings will never leave the ground
    Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down

    All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
    put the pieces back together my way.
    All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
    put the pieces back together my way.
    All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
    put the pieces back together my way.
    All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
    put the pieces back together my way.

    Slacker bounded imitated tabloid headlined with the post
    Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time in ghosts
    Giving crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly sins
    To hear the plane to crystal conscious
    To results a low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished
    Ok, lift me to activism chain activate street sweep
    Plug in deteriorating zenith pen dragging
    I hack swords wars for the morbid spreading of mad men
    Now he's got soul
    Sitting there licking log cabin in Charlie Chaplin waddle
    I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bad dreams
    Sparking my brick wall windows another thicket storm
    And if one night in Gotham without the wretched
    Houston we have a problem
    Dispatch a task of infested patch of city goblins
    Who split how many freaks with box cuts of a high road bellow
    Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow
    Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
    Raw feelings start congregating at pamper for bickering
    Life's not a bitch life is a beautiful woman
    Your only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy
    Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests
    Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess
    Kiss the speaker wire or either pass it for some pagan thresh hold
    Stomach full of halo kibbles
    Wings span cast black of porn visuals hear the duck hunt ticker tape
    Vision and pick apart the pixels
    I got a friend of polar nature and it's all peace
    When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
    Metal Captain!
    This cat is asking if I've seen his little lost passion
    I told him: "Yeah, but only when I pedaled past him"

    All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
    put the pieces back together my way.
    All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
    put the pieces back together my way.
    All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
    put the pieces back together my way.
    All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
    put the pieces back together my way.


    Anyone els ever feel like an artists lyrics are directed at you?
     
  2. ya.


    b.i.g. - unbelievable

    "my forte causes caucasians to say
    he sounds demented
    car weed scented
    if i said it
    i meant it
    bite my tongue for no one
    call me evil
    or unbelievable"
     
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