Prof & St. Paul Slim Motor текст песни, слова песни Motor Prof & St. Paul Slim
Prof & St. Paul Slim - Motor
I'm a 24 year old old man, with the program set to go man, now that's important to me,
New demon women,
Make your way over, I don't take care of myself until I'm hungover.
Leave it all behind is a reality of mine,
When my heart burns fire previssed is fine.
Medicated, disconnected, allocated, misdirected gampo will die sooner or later.
Up all night screamin' to myself,
Do I need help, or is this the bed I sleep in,
Lost captain, cause action,
My words turn amenity, But never will I live my life stuck in parentheses.
Wanna talk to 'em,
A murderer, kingpin, arson, I wanna hear him soft-spoken.
Something that I'll never have is something that I want the most.
If I can't peddle I'll coast.
Birds sing congratulations for a good night.
Hold tight, sold out show, I need some peace and quiet.
Yiddi bang, no yang,
Peeps expect the same Prof well outside of his frame.
Rich D-bags obey giant,
I'll force feed mirror images, remain silent.
Tread to get ahead, who's the best, yackety yack,
Cluck so what, it all makes me want to throw up,
I need to sit down.
Before I lay me down, I'll have my world burned down, I'll have my family drowned.
Don't touch my motor.
Before I lay me down, I'll have my world burned down, I'll have my family drowned.
Don't touch my motor.
But every once in a while, a woman touch me turn me into child, I can fall asleep for now.
When it's morning time I'll leave her drowned,
I let her peace it out,
Reasons why I'm peacin' out to each his own.
I can't relax I can't sit still,
I can't stay in one spot I'm not a pinwheel.
Now others dream, I dream, I let them on the boat,
All aboard,
I hope that we don't sink,
Cleen, meal, 2% milk.
W, Icees, pills.
My memory includes spilt milk.
A mother, a cop car, a father, a porch in the summer,
Tears and some handcuffs,
15 years later mama tell me pull my pants up,
Damn, fuck, can't touch.
I have been passed up,
Swimmin' in the water with my hands up.
I float, seven years, cycle, then a wave comes.
It's been seven years,
I think it's time someone make one,
The brave son made some.
Earthquake turned tsunami,
I left I shifted the plate probably,
And now I'm shifted the stick,
In control I taught my self how to drive that bitch,
I turn when I want,
And now I'm turnin' away, from friends from first grade,
I leave my family for a maze,
New faces, they trust me, they pop up.
They tell me they can help me like I'm locked up.
Before all is said and done, before I get what I want, let's see if I can burn everything that counts.
Before I lay me down, I'll have my world burned down, I'll have my family drowned.
Don't touch my motor.
Before I lay me down, I'll have my world burned down, I'll have my family drowned.
Don't touch my motor.
Before I lay me down, I'll have my world burned down, I'll have my family drowned.
Don't touch my motor.
Before I lay me down, I'll have my world burned down, I'll have my family drowned.
Don't touch my motor.
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