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I'm a deaf arist but 'm nodifferent from any oter artist! Just trying to show people that deaf peoplelove music too!
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#35,123 today
Peak #523
#22,789 in subgenre
Peak #52
Author
BAM BAM
Uploaded
January 23, 2012
Track Files
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:22
Lyrics
Tell me why it is that I'm cold
Cannibalistic thoughts man I'm feeling pretty gross
And everybody that claims to know me says I'm looking throwed
But I don't have time to entertain these n*** s thoughts
Cause if they knew me
They'd know my mind is lost
Kinda like a telephone when disconnected-
Or an insane asylum staring at these four walls
Someone get the gin
Its not because I need it
I just see a reason to celebrate the fall season
Toast to the virgos
Toast to the cash
Toast to all the motherf*** ers that said I'll never last
Damn you a boss
But I don't really see it
Because we're all the same
Until I hit my millions
Then everything changes
Say goodbye to tomorrow
Your cup is looking empty
Let me fill it with my sorrows
Tears made of glass
To say that I don't give a f***
If Koaf is under pressure
Then I'm just getting heated
Yet I'm still cold someone tell me what I'm feeling
Feeling kinda blue
Looking Kinda Dead
Take a gun and cock it
Put a bullet to my head
Here I'm still living
Here I'm still alive
Staring at these other n*** s pussy looking dry
Take a step back
The world needs my lyrics
The deaf need my hands
And I need the Holy Spirit
I know that I'm a sinner
Don't claim to be a saint
Right now I'm just a poet
See this picture I'm gonna paint
The paper is my canvas
The letters, my expression
The words that they form man
Delivers something touching
Something kinda deep
If you think its shallow
Then you need to take a puff and think about it mellow
Head up in smoke
Eyes looking glazed
I aint even high I just haven't slept for days
Cops think I'm lying
Begging for a confession
They can kiss my ass
And the Feds I know you watching
Everywhere I go
Everything I say
I'm just gonna live to see each day
And maybe fall in love
With all these different women
Until I find the one
We'll be living in the city
White picket fence
American Dream
The year's 2011
Let me stick to reality
Can't be about love
I'm all about me
My money speaks volumes but it only speaks to me
Abraham Lincoln, Benjamin Franklin
All these dead presidents you'll ever see me gay with
You probably think I'm boring
And all about my money
I hope you never claim out your mouth that you know me
I got a small circle
I'm not with different crews
I got a bunch of friends
But few I call true
The rest are desperately-just trying to f*** with me
But they don't think I notice- a wolf in sheep's clothing
Yeah boy I see ya
Can you reach my chopper
Catch me on the moon
On Mars I'm waving at cha
You'll need a scope
That's just to see
That I replaced the sun
How much bigger can I get?
And if you say you real
Then say it with your chest.
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