pawn shop, then it can't play the blues If it ain't been in a pawn shop, then it can't play the blues If it ain't been in a pawn shop, then it can't play
wouldn't believe it No control, alt, delete it I'm on my way to be it The time it takes to space travel ain't worth the distance If I could reach the
dressin' up with no skills So hush, pretend it's a game Just remember the pain Write a song about the industries dust intrigued lust Then it's the same
in a coffee, a Marlboro If the past has any reflections of the future I don't see me on easy street But the truth flirts with destiny It's the remedy
lyricism Her it is, and battlin' me's confessing an ass whooping fetish Held the best efforts from Qwel, punkin' pessimists The funk and festered in a
shaving it's proof [Verse 2] If I can't have you girl consider this the suicide note I miss your mind games ever since you and I broke At time you made it
So dodge your ?? before they drop the bombs and release the gases [Verse 2: QWEL] I can't drag you to the virus, but I can die trying Calling the truth
hoping dad dies Love can leave a woman blind mom But so can black eyes Home is where the heart is huh? I'm hoping dad dies Love can leave a woman blind
to paint, not playin' all night) Oh, so if it don't pay it ain't art, and if it does it's all right? I don't get it (It's wrong 'cause you can go to jail
fall into a liquid ball of spew age I know I'll do this again eventually Which tempted me and tempted me to get fucked up I don't know, but it ain't the
and thugs rough wont cut it what if all this tough rug thug stuff aint really what what is is it my job to own this fucking mic until it starts to melt