Letra de Star87
Jumped over the, what is it? Something
(Conductor) Ran away with the spoon
Um, then the (Conductor) cow jumped over the moon
(Conductor) Ran away with the spoon
Um, then the (Conductor) cow jumped over the moon
Hey man, these games I believe in
Dumb luck if they ask me how, but um
Go ahead and cash me out
You already know I need mine now
The month father came home they slaughtered a cow
I come home, the house fallin' down
Everything bordered up in town
Everyone live in South Africa now
Talkin' bout, "It's hard all around."
Why when it's my turn to eat it's always ashes in my mouth
Grown men excited to be in the streets, negros is clowns
Maybe it really is hard all around
Weight of the world on his shoulders keep a couple pounds
Tend the grass, prune the trees, I keep the grounds
Salt of the earth bent back with a hoe his whole life
Sat up in the hearse gave him quite the fright
Rigor mortis on the coordinates might write me a memoriam
Cite my sources
Anti-pac consortium, co-flow and every line be accordion (every line)
Leave the comments on, the racism pourin' in (it's not working)
This is how I win, charged up so much it darkened my skin
I'm the one, I'm the beginning and the end
I'm the glowing sky burning, air sickness in the wind
"It should've been you," whispered by dead friends and you know it's true
The hours late, light dim, knock knock, "Guess who?" Eyes red-rimmed
Lookin' round and dead like, "You did aight off all that shit we did
You did aight but you forgot about the kid."
Had to do 'em greasy like cold spare ribs in the sallow glow of an open fridge
Every verse sharper tonight like a shiv
Pelican Bay when I'm alone in the crib
I ground niggas down like Coach Thibs
Phone ring off the hook (hate to see it) they wanna know where the bodies is hid
Misshapen pigs
Wander the countryside
Dumb luck if they ask me how, but um
Go ahead and cash me out
You already know I need mine now
The month father came home they slaughtered a cow
I come home, the house fallin' down
Everything bordered up in town
Everyone live in South Africa now
Talkin' bout, "It's hard all around."
Why when it's my turn to eat it's always ashes in my mouth
Grown men excited to be in the streets, negros is clowns
Maybe it really is hard all around
Weight of the world on his shoulders keep a couple pounds
Tend the grass, prune the trees, I keep the grounds
Salt of the earth bent back with a hoe his whole life
Sat up in the hearse gave him quite the fright
Rigor mortis on the coordinates might write me a memoriam
Cite my sources
Anti-pac consortium, co-flow and every line be accordion (every line)
Leave the comments on, the racism pourin' in (it's not working)
This is how I win, charged up so much it darkened my skin
I'm the one, I'm the beginning and the end
I'm the glowing sky burning, air sickness in the wind
"It should've been you," whispered by dead friends and you know it's true
The hours late, light dim, knock knock, "Guess who?" Eyes red-rimmed
Lookin' round and dead like, "You did aight off all that shit we did
You did aight but you forgot about the kid."
Had to do 'em greasy like cold spare ribs in the sallow glow of an open fridge
Every verse sharper tonight like a shiv
Pelican Bay when I'm alone in the crib
I ground niggas down like Coach Thibs
Phone ring off the hook (hate to see it) they wanna know where the bodies is hid
Misshapen pigs
Wander the countryside
