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Yo party people in the place to beYo this is Cool Calm PeteI'ma do this in G minorIt goes lost in season Running out of choicesHard to cope with these lingering voicesIts hopeless I've got problems with authorityIts like the moral of the story is calling meWith silly pranks like you ain't gonna win kidThis game is bugged these kids done jinxed itFix these plans I got hopes and dreams sonRolling down hill and the year has just begunI see America lonely with its dick hard (Hello)Wrote this on the back of a greeting cardFrom this bleeding heart rolling down a bitter startIts these lessons you learn from that time apartPull my guns out shooting at the TV. So medicated that I damn missed the TVBut news is syndicated go catch the repeatsNo place to hide run amuck in the streets It goes lost in the cityRunning out of choicesGoing nowhere fastStill hearing voices Letras de cancionesCome on legs come on feet I'm just tryin make a little bit of historyIt's like you write with a sharpieAnd you make a fine pointNot all city you hitting up the five pointsJonsin for another attack next waveYou fake stunts that's strictly for super DaveSun don't shine now kiss the ass cheeksThese cats there testing lost there cheat sheetsIf you've got questions then you must ask peteThe antidote over these working class beatsWoke up in the pm the face is all crustyMy feet cold even the kicks are dustyI'm snowed in I plowed through these negatives Its such a pain when the Bullshits repetitiveSo why bother even takin' these next stepsEven yesterday is harder to recollectMuster it up and step out of the houseTake a little trip and start tearing it outlost in the cityRunning out of choicesGoing nowhere fastStill hearing voices Come on legs come on feet I'm just tryin make a little bit of historyI'm home sick rocking the New York logoIts only been a week and you ain't made no doe ohhWell that blows and these are the breaks A tall order of beef is high stakesThis is dedicated to the ones who think they getting oldSince childhood they've been callin you an old soulNow bop that head its hip hop ironyFor twenty sum odd years probablyActin the same way ain't nothing really changeMabey that internet and new heads to blameGlimps of the future makin these toes curlAnd mabey then ill stop spyin on my ex girlIn this world famous to namelessNone of it is easy and none of it is painlessWeighless on the moon watchin the earth turnTime on ya side and got money to burnGot a new watch I got heat in the houseGot rhymes got beats no kid no spouseAnd ima turn it outYo its my turn baby ima turn it outYo its my turn baby ima turn it outYo its my turn baby ima turn it outYo its my turn baby ima turn it outYo its my turn baby ima turn it out... From Letras Mania