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#153,169 today
Peak #1,247
#95,610 in subgenre
Peak #677
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2003
Uploaded
March 28, 2004
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Lyrics
[verse1]
slap a counter on it, the days tick by one//
overly protective, innefective, said and done//
peace, I gotta jet as creatures holler at//
bleachers swollow heads, hip-hop is shallow yet//
i got a killer story actually it's really boring//
in fact it's really gorey for the record the kid is tory//
or so I call him as I lace these words with metaphores//
picture one solitary figure in a set of doors//
backlit blasted mass hits of marijuana//
soaking up the problems that he thought were from his father//
but he's wrong in his assumptions that his problems were unguarded//
the fact that he could solve them cost him life itself//
is it funny yet have the crosses all been delt//
trace back six years when god was on his shelf//
ego in his pocket filled with everything he felt//
back when he was a young cat chasin far with dreams//
back before he spent his whole world for diamond rings//
a wristwatch, with his name ingraved in cufflink//
now just watch, as his world becomes a tumbling//
teeter-totter, even hotter, hell is no impressionist//
bleeding water, preeching father, show me where the lesson is//
[/verse1]
[chorus]
money.. watchin as it goes straight to the head
problems.. wishin for the future everything you dread
funny.. how it ends up getting you depressed
life.. something that you love a little less
[/chorus]
[verse2]
before this ice age this kid was hella helped out//
using words with feeling meaning before sellin out//
everyday he was frustrated with everyone in his pipe dream//
anyway he cussed saying he's better than artists in mainstream//
one of these days he came upon a record deal//
a choice that made him terminate everything he feels//
his family, his friends, his girl was tied in ends//
everything that was his, all for a silver benz//
slowly his world became a spiral of deciet//
peeking in windows just to stare and wipe his feet//
stager combersome and slide into his front seat//
drive off slowly but accelerate down the street//
gear up, down, up, stuck up in his fuck ups//
cut up, sliced up, emotions generate no trust//
issues created over a box of tissues//
he says "It smells like her. I can't help but miss you."//
he barrels up and down the street at random//
swervin and curvin because of the fifth of daniels//
aproaches quickly a dark alley in the night//
he smashed into building and emediately died//
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