It feels like there's nothing I can do It feels like there's nothing left to do Always feels like I must Wait Just a while Because "anything worth having
it feels like there's nothing i can do it feels like there's nothing left to do always feels like i must wait just a while because "anything worth having
: it feels like there's nothing i can do it feels like there's nothing left to do always feels like i must wait just a while because "anything worth
It feels like there's nothing I can do It feels like there's nothing left to do Always feels like I must Wait Just a while Because "anything worth
leave all that I despise Face me as I unleash this hate refined Indict the blameless, transparent designs Pathetic and shameless, crucified A legend
future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack-A- Mole 17 hours a day PISCES
is smooth like Barry and his voice got bass A body like Arnold with a Denzel face, he's smart like a doctor With a real good rep and when he comes home
too scared to face yourself, You're too scared to face yourself So you're too scared to please yourself, Living in your dreamworld is nothing but a nightmare
Heavy, I want it heavy Welcome to my world, feel the weight of it grinding down again [Incomprehensible] Gather your pathetic masses and bring them to me To a
got a hot date and you wanna be fly Throw on a Gucci blazer and a Gucci tie Not a hair out of place,a freshly-shaved face You think you're walkin'
[intro skit plays for first 42 seconds] [Chorus: K-Young] I got a thing for your girlfriend She got a face of a goddess, ooh-wee, you already know Don
Lets give a big round of applause for adrenalin You aint right, Im a fucking phantom at night That wheres a mask by day, with a temper tantrum Dont light
wardrobe, imbrase the cross-road, we once wore gold, But now we electric probes with silicon brains, sinthetic, All faces are strange, pathetic, check the eyes, A
the lye spots I got credit, could run 'em down In alphabetical order it's sorta pathetic Yo, I'm livin' life within a labryinth of nonsense This is a
've lived by A sucker put his hands on me homie I'll give a guy A jab, jab, jab, uppercut, jab Get 'em a steaks slab And put 'em in a cab (Uh) Now
Where it at, where it at Where it at, where it at Where it at, where it at Oh do he rhyme with a slug from the shots in his face or Do he rhyme wit a
store as a memory Livin' alone, hidin' in the back room. Four times a day a run the vacuum It's dirt outside tryin' to make it's way in I gives a fuck
aint a threat Who am I? KC Boss bitch watchu doin? tryin to snap back a hundred degrees I'm heated eat it like it was your dinner roll you've never been a
