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PERFORMING ARTISTS
billy woods
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
(J. Simon) for toneslapmusic
Songwriter
F. Porter for the Happiest Africans
Songwriter
Texty
Born in a flood on the frontier at first light
Nurse like, "You should not have come here, scumbag"
Out of Love Shack into the bloodbath, hustling
Young kingsnakes, dual skull-caps, knowers of the whole half
Hulk smash overture, one-man motorcade
None stand holier, cowabunga houses of the holy
Fuck it, free New York, it's hoodie over goalie mask
For Obi-Wan two, three and four and five and six
Open for the broke as hell and high as shit
Who write survival music, never mind the tiny violins
Never mind the icy hand of Rakatir
We're smashing atoms here, it's oranges and AppleCare
I'm only out of bed to grapple with the hanger and the rabbit ears
And pass a little data through the atmosphere
A bump in the night, black hearts under the knife
Money, it's a wonderful life
Some people they live life
It's hard with my money
That's how we do it though
You really had a wonderful life
As we go
Some people they live life
It's how we do it though
You really had a wonderful life
As we go
Only as he died was there a true assessment of wasted time
Field of dreams full of landmines, schemes over landlines
Early girl swirl, spit her out like wine
Edge of the world and where sherpas climb
Fragrant smoke curl in forgotten shrines
Pith helmet quinine waves like crime
Below deck slaves lay supine
Blind lead blind, Cyclops rock shines
Ghetto Versailles, dusty pantomime
Fly wigs, scribe jett's his job
Iago in the wings, eyes like Nas
Santa's sleigh bring ways to slay kings
Conflict dice in a Super Bowl ring
Lufthansa heist be like his usual thing
Equality of man, we should shrapnel fling
Drive round 'til that transponder ping
Some people they live life
It's hard with my money
That's how we do it though
You really had a wonderful life
As we go
Some people they live life
It's how we do it though
You really had a wonderful life
As we go
Yo, dry saliva center, won't survive in less than five attempts
I got a bad case of the whatchamacallit
Psychotic crawling through the vents
Bread and circuses, for all purposes
In all intents, but hear me out
The point of graphics of poison gas is telegraphic
I cite my sources, they're mostly scorpions and yellow jackets
Obi-seven, willed the force of habit, bringing home the bacon
Fakin' out the telepathics, another classic
Another ass to kick, fire lit
My steel-toe got a lot of mileage
Tryna teach the scum to use the sun to tell what time it is
Something's gotta give for gods and generals
False minerals and vitamins
Surface with a smile and know the aisle where your item is
Live from Emerald City where the glass is green
Now minus all the Heinekens
Holy spirit that's been cleared to smear your sinuses
And clear your sinuses
Life
Life
Life
Life
Life
Life
Life
Life
Life
Life
Written by: (J. Simon) for toneslapmusic, F. Porter for the Happiest Africans
