' Street A gentle Irishman mighty odd; He'd a beautiful brogue both rich and sweet And to rise in the world he carried a hod. Now Tim had a sort of the
in the street Come with a whoop or come with a call Come with a goodwill or not at all Up the ladder and down the wall A ha'penny loaf will serve for
theres not a single squat tell me that i suck couse i can't afford the bars look down on me couse i cant afford the cars higher up the ladder the fall
A gentle Irishman mighty odd He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet To rise in the world he carried a hod See he'd sort of a tripling way With love
fuck with the status I'm climbin up the ladders, droppin shit the phattest Yo, toss ya niggas like a salad See ya style is softer than a love balad, don
if you were never such a roving blade you'd never win - in to me but the clerk he had a brother and a wily wag was he he's made him a long ladder with
me stay And I will find a way Oh, trying to get to you is like Trying to get a little cat down from the top of a tree, you're scared of me But believe
my hat cut low I'm a friend, not a foe, a pro, as a artist Give my hardest as the farthest that'll take it up the ladder See, it really doesn't matter
bitch what I dont chatter from the talkin in my head telling me to make the blood splatter climbing up a ladder and I hang em on a hook diabolical on
bleed Verse Two: You ever died a thousand deaths? I have And in the morrow stood a thousand steps from where my nourish laughed And made a boat at,
the dollar from every purse, what seems free now could be cursed. if you want to walk you must fall down. People talk but don't hear a sound. Whispers climbing ladders
a jerk. The purist turns a deaf ear. He's such an intellect, Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect? The raising of a fist, like a trigger of a
building up a wall, Tightrope things, conviction never stops. Money means nothing from a 40 floor drop. Her security blanket has worn itself thin, she's hanging in the closet from a
I say, I never knew how much a man needed a woman (No I never) I never knew how much a boy needed a girl (Needed a girl) I never knew how much I needed
Bottle of scotch whiskey whatever you find When you're out on a wire it's a matter of time Changing every moment when you're taking the fall There's
do this we've been thru this before now i'm in control that way there's more producing now introducing a lady called angel blue and a track called true
Very superstitious, writing's on the wall, Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall, Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass Seven years of