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coulter cook - induced كلمات الأغنية

run it up to me and judge, i get enough of it
hand you a hammer and slam it down with the b-tt of it
but if it is amounting to power
then i doubt i’ll have any luck with this
i’m in a rut and it f-cking sucks just to shut it in
how the f-ck am i supposed to be up for supper
when nothing other than suffering is enough just to cut the skin?
call it a covenant, because the government’s tougher
when there’s enough of kids, above america’s parents so shuffle up the bin
rustlin’ up the feathers and it’s better than
huffin’ and puffin’ ever did for kids who were stuck in the gutter
bread and b-tter, their only supper ‘fore being tucked in their bunks
and it’s just another stomach grumblin’ up in the bunch..
enough with all the love that’ll pump up my blood
it’s a rapper’s -ssault upon the p-ssive default of death
m-sses appalled, i sent all the gas to the hall of vents
having the b-lls to message the exes of all my friends
laugh as i call, i bet you them wretches are far from 10’s
benches, i break their frame, put a henchman against my name
if my sentiments meant the same as the president’s, we’d be great!
the fifty states on my shoulders, ‘fendin’ cheeky, loner ways
i’d enlist into show-business if my t–th had grown in straight
hold the bank while i’m livin’ it, sold your faith to your women
i roll the days up in dividends, owing me? change the sentence if you can
i’m not demandin’ to be reprimanded
hand over the cancer patients, patient while i answer days of
waitin’ by my chance for fame, erase my mind and stand up straight
tranced – –
tranced, i hid in prancer’s brain, i shake the line and crash the sleigh
chanting “dive” and guide the way as santa dies and i awake
pantomime and white my face to dance my life and night away
i hibernate in cybersp-ce, with cameras off and lights ablaze
in camelot, the right of way is hammered in the side of lanes
animals could stride astray and cannibals could bite ya’ leg
tangible, inside a vein, my hands are full in size and shape
vandal kids, the time to pay in candle-wick and lighter flame
i’m sparkin’ up a kite in flight, but it’s too dark to witness it
the lightning struck the pipe inside and i felt like a benjamin
frankly, i don’t give a cut, cause banking’s what i need to do
the weed in you is evil too, so thank me for not leading you
into the same intuitive, “it’s okay to miss the bus
we don’t have to pave the way, we can fade and split a blunt..”
yeah satan, that’s your message to me ain’t it?
mess up, be a waiter for the rest of the years later
i’mma pay up with my labor to my neighbor in the clouds
fame or simmer down.. am i proud to be a major?
jokingly right on topic, copying casper’s ghost
hoping that i can stop it by locking my -ss in bolts

- coulter cook

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