yeah 'Cause I know God is a lie, God is a lie Everyday I look at myself and I wonder why I have written the soundtrack to the end of my life And as I
Big money I love it yeah huh you want to out and hustle Core audience a side of belief and a half-gallon of afterclap
somthing so loud and clear It would have been bought and sold We travle the space ways and doom the space of men and doom the space we're in and doom
Much machines on every fast like time's to slow This is insect speed Still outside the hospital Come time is to slow This is insect speed
c-clamp and setting them down for 7 days and 7 nights you've sewn a cloth copy of your nervous system to a turtle neck and pair tux pants outside the
We're men of station We are trouble bent just the same But we're not as hell as you
's floor crooked pearl of the one universe cleaved, tell rolling toward a corner of the cosmos in the blacked and quiet of some time "and you are all
and heavily armed yet another blues thief told in however and oneday. . . And every Monday things begin with indiscriminate street noise more vague and
black and white and what grey is bore in between and they say kids your age should be reaching for the streetlights while banking on their reproductive organs and
toward the more dramatic side of everything we are... flattered i'm sure, and what does modern child mistakenly chalk up to the humongous homogenous win column of god
yeah, because I know... God is a lie God is a lie Everyday I look at myself and I wonder why I have written the soundtrack to the end of my life And
there's nothing left call this 13 out of 13 motherfuckers, hahahahah i'm just playing with niggers man when yo all hear what i got, oh my god, hahahaha
time I heard "Satisfaction", I was young and unemployed Down the decades every year summer leaves and my birthday's here And all my friends stand up and cheer And
just get they whole body laced up With bullet holes and such Speak the wrong words, man and you will get touched You could put your whole army against my team And
the B's and the C's, 13's and the kings They greens in the pen Steady duckin the police, ain't a friend Til they take me to hang and they fill me with
And life is a bitch but god forbid if i leave her Hated in my city since the day that I remeember But i ain't ever tired of these kids like Angelina And
my year 2012 13 and 14 and 15 16, 17, yeah 18 I'm here Yeah it's young Soulja TellEm I spit that crack I put it in the bag and I make that sale Young
and the trouble makers riding on the back of the bus Dear God, I'm a good Christian man, In your glory, I know you understand, That you gotta work hard and
