The drive is there not a task Just felt like we saw everywhere And Im glad that I can share this car with you You speak, you speak delicately And your
when they amputate the taygog See all the prison corpses lined up along beach They're ringing the bells of the church To drive everybody insane As the patina lives
I do is I channel my aggression with no cable or antenna, Just intentions to impress you, if capable, Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you... Cars, nothing I drive can drive
the people look small Who are sitting beside it All consumed in the drama They must return to their lives Once the hero has died They will drive to
get bitter, I move and get rid of Can't flow average, maverage Rabid food, vegetable particles, final cabbage You got the nerve to rap like you live in Paris Standard
us Where you're calling from? Mmm yes mmm I am mmm I'm in osaka now! I'll be on this live programme On telly They'll start shooting In half an hour
disgust drives deep into my flesh and the lightest of day lifts me into your longing to live surpassing our standards and once again falling into your
to exploit then America wouldn't be rich enough to let us have these little petty material things in our lives and basic standards of living. No, that
lungs... eat it, swallow it vomit it, fuck it... filth, I can't explain it, filth, I can't Control it, filth motherfucker filth is what it fucking live
. to start the party right you're probably gonna have to kill me. I can't be held accountable, so instead I pass the blame, besides I wanna live
upsets me when, people light me on fire! you may as well's drive a steak through my heart, but i dont think i could stand the pain, YEAH living in america
I reside in Prince Of Wales Drive In a mansion block named "Primrose" With constant hot water it's got all it oughta Behind Victorian windows But nonetheless
man and you'll be a winner yeah don't you wanna shine like the stars good boys do good girls don't double standards feeding off the rusty remains of
time throw you in a hole, you must be penalised soon as you see success, haters reinvest miami gardens drive, half a million nothing less raised the bar, I set the standards
the doorway, been locked out The lights are out anyway and loosely reconditioned To be just so refined, a last grasp at the life worth living In these standard
fertile financial soil in which the roots of exploitation Can spread, live, grow and flourish. This in turn furnishes you, The consumer, the standard of living
to grind an get what I deserve Quick to burn an an can't mesquite it Lord, I need it fore the third Serve anybody? Hell naw, got to be for sure Standin' on the standard
I was driving through the fens in a peaceful English scene Paid for by my grandfather the original gunners dream I was taking life for granted though
