[Verse One] I'm on a night train, from Moscow to St. Petersburg Right outside the wall in the bleeding world With the biggest band-aid cant' make the
says, "You're laid off. Blame the Japanese" "America's back," alright At the game it plays the worst Strip mining the world like a slave plantation No wonder
Against the rest of the world Windows covered with bars Security guards Is that a house or a prison How you gonna get out? Electric bull and your tennis courts Pink sports
was Heaven Lit up with precious stones Each one could fall but for the rule Of Faith and love and stronger thrones And therein rose vast wonders Affections
s that nigga) Girls of the world be sayin' (That's that nigga) All across the board they goin' (That's that nigga) Girls of the world say (That's that
the temperature and have 'em frozen into a solid foundation Now added to that this well produced amazement The crash is enough, to have the world tipped
me up on the moon Entertain myself laugh at myself As I grew to be a teen, I disguised myself Had the lowest self esteem especially with the girls Tried every sport
fly I span any gap between funks we don't need them I love the way I live it but I don't force feed them for sport I beat them to the spot Josh freed
My mind cluttered like the streets of New York I ain't tryna take a 'L', 'cause I casually fought This shit, real serious not casual sport Let time fly
(feat. Slug, Sole) [Slug:] Sometimes I wonder if you'll ever shut the hell up But you don't quit, and you just don't stop Sometimes Iwanna hop on the
!) Ready to take chances fuck death for jail Cuz real thugs shed blood and they hard to kill [Quanie Cash] If I sit around waiting of these world of
You are living in a doggy dog world You are wearing MilkBone underwear You like eating MilkBone dog biscuits You are my ?? spaniel Ben Wigman Ben Wigman
cared sitting in our basements face it hacking on computers disassembling stuff paid off in the end now who got it rough the beauty of the baud and the world
nigga's career I cock back at bust in the air give me space beats with plenty bass drink my Hennessey straight 'til I hurl out third world clout I'll
schemer, you just waitin on your check from FEMA Been evadin the subpoena to appear in court Different hustle every season like I'm playin a sport "Life
a hundred beats per a second, my mic's secret weapon Infertiate your style to that of Led Zeplin Encyclopedia Brittanica, Hanna Barbera, world of superest
can scratch Tired of the scam Fucked up his chest Heavens gonna give me some Plus i'm on the dub They might know we on edge And why fuck the frown Wonder
all is being played Sporting low cut fades Puffin owls Allows my kin to push through the keg crowds As my view on the world sells out in ghost towns