All the way from Athens, the A T L Shawty Uh, Sleepy Brown Uh, Bubba Sparxxx We gon' keep doin' it baby Whether you like it or not Ain't a damn thang
I've been travelin' for some time With my fishin' pole and my bottle of shine On these long dark dusty roads I'm lookin' there's nowhere to go I guess
[lyrics: Bart] Closed before ages on the other side of the defined Where black planets circulate without a goal Where the births of creatures lie Fettered
From birth an existence of agony begins that ends with execution. Intetionally infected with diseases to then try to find cures for humans. Fractured
Yeah I ain't consistent, some collar crime I won't call you regular, no, I'll wait till I'm blind Yeah until I'm blind I think of you off and on, you
You went to my head All the things that you said Straight to my head Like a cannonball I fled The more that I heard The more that I knew I'd been had
[Music: Wojtek Lisicki / Christian Nyquist] [Instrumental]
Relations are artificial; will we give it a new beginning? Find the essence in ourselves and escape through the tunnel Transferring spirits. The second
Believe in magic believe in lore legend and myth And the hand that guides in the cunning of hope In the weaving of dreams and the lady of the lake Takes
Waiting for another line 'Cause you throw them at me all the time Gotta get away from all her lies And I gotta get away from mine Tell me where to go
Waiting for another line Cause you throw them at me all the time Gotta get away from all her lies And I gotta get away from mine Tell me where to go
Shedding blood and tears to deliver the pain of broken years, hollow cold despair The time is running out as the beautiful sun is going down, darkened
Instrumental
Frozen minded out of the ashes See my face in the dust Manic structures, human madness Apocalyptic trance The battle rages from day to day Endless night
1,2 1,2,3, Let's go Back in the mud I've been in I confess, I'm so happy here There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away He's just
I could go number one ten times Pretty girls that like my rhymes You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny I
New south, [Incomprehensible] Athems Joy, Mudd Kat'z [Incomprehensible] The Mathis family, they cant hide Their money from us no more, it's going down
My tone (Tell me do you love it?) My southern slang (Tell me do you love it?) I'm sorry girl (Tell me do you love it?) (Tell me do you love it?) Gettin