Little pieces of colored paper Feel its grip and its will to shape ya Kneel before the greed that's gonna rape ya Call collect to the undertaker
Verse Hey Hero, where did your friends go? Did they leave you like the melting snow did? You placed your bid but the auction was rigged And they left
They preach to the choir Always in the permanent daylight They toss paper tigers from their Perfect porcelain skylines Listen for the sound (For the
the heels of war and wonder There's a stormy world up there You can't whisper above the thunder But you can fly anywhere Purple burst of paper birds
Gingerbread Man, i got white, i got white, trap house bunkin up all night, take flight, droppin 10 bases? its jumpin that white? trees to that paper so
I've got a key And a piece of paper in my pocket deep In my pocket piece of paper and a key As i wander through the street War is there a war or is there
throwing pennies at the fountain but when you're standing on the mountain it's kinda hard to aim like the tree we cut our names in, there must be an explanation
jeans But this pocket full of dreams ain't buying me what I need They say I should have loved this paper 'cause it's only made from trees But I need this
down my pay Looks like this time I'm gonna get to stay I'm a union man, now all the way The smell of the leaves From the magnolia trees in the meadow
Went to the movie matinee To see the Blue Coats try to get away From a smoke signal, above the trees A smoke signal, shifting in the breeze Some folks
subpoenas High profile gladiators in bloodthirsty arenas Enter the Dragon, black-robe crooked-balance Souls bought and sold and paroled for thirty talents Court reporter catch the surface on the paper
hip hop alive, it's just an intermission Back to the second half of the feature flick Dick stacks and fuck rap I had a name for makin' paper since paper
Make a perfect replica of your life Cut the paper with exacto knife Tape it up, tape it up Against the howling wind I'm so tired, don't know where to
rap a song, just another day. While ya bullshhhhh, crack the top on that Alize! ???ause we don??° play in this land of the loc???, where brothers, they smoke trees
life live low/ watch yo health, better yourself but takes care of yourself/ tellem to suck on these nuts, money dont grow on trees what/ killers will
' Can't stand me no 'cause I'm havin' dough I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic flow You ain't gettin' paper what you up in the game for? Gettin' paper
me up some papers these days one night If wind stop blowing these days than my sight Winds start blowing I'm paid trump tight Got to have papers these
me in that Porsche GT Comin' down Sunset sittin' on D's Feelin' like 'Pac, All Eyez On Me Fresh bandanna when I'm *** mad trees *** please, I spit crack
