Thursday Morning Things
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Hi Sven, Isn't This Your Language?
This music go with my funeral
Yeah
This music go with my funeral
Yeah
This music go with my funeral
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This music go with my funeral
Can you turn up my headphones?
Usually I'm laughing,
Only knew I'm sad
Cruising down pandora ave
Movin fast hassling the homeless
While I pass em' in a white sedan
(Haha, loser!)
Pam Anderson poster posted
Right above my bed
Acting like we're actual friends
Followed her all the way home
And showed her my
Where my basement is
(Ahhhh)
Extra space made up with a sofa
For where Satan sits
I'm not american
Hope i can be great again
And I'm a god so how the hell
Can I be atheist?
My dick as big as stadiums
Across the nation bitch
Satellites really hate me
Cause it radiates
(Oh my god)
My girl's head is out this world
She part alien
And I've been rushing (Russian)
Through the storm
And start a war like i'm ukrainian
(Fuck you)
Diddy paid me hefty said,
"Don't tell them yelling
Please don't let the truth unfold"
(Don't make no sense)
Sorry man, but what the hell
I'm suppose to do with
All this baby oil?
Woah, woah
Okay, what the fuck?
What? Don't judge me bitch
(Haha)
'Cause then i soiled on myself
And took a portal to r.kelly's cell To prove we mortal
He's sleeping in the morgue
Forced to call the devil too
And so I Got him first class
Tickets with a private room
(Bye Bye)
Bout to enter in a state
Of straight euphoria
Everything I touch is gold
Seeing through my eyes it's like There's gold inside my cornea
This is how my story starts
With blunts as big as Bruce
And OE forties
Till the sun come up
Welcome to the corleones
Name Capone
Ain't a fucking gangster
But I've killed a lot of people
Through abortions, tho
(Sorry, kids)
More problems
Equal evil thoughts
In turn equals pain
40 thousand for a watch
For time to be the same..
YOU STUPID
God created heaven and earth
And hell only exists
Cause don't forget
An angel hated it there
Can't ever cheat death
This ain't your parents
Marriage affair serotonin
Levels are low it's fair to say that I'm scared could perish
Any moment from depression
It's apparent there's enough People who've died
That this whole earth
Is gon' be vacant
In this God-forsaken place
I'm only safe with drugs
I'm taking
So I'm off doing some more
Don't tell my mom
Her heart keep breaking
(Shhh...)