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letra de all over - thee unemployed

[intro]: kid

i don’t want n0body telling me nothing
like save it i heard it before
-heard it before-
as soon as they tell you advice and your tree growing why can’t they say that it’s yours?
the climb to the top is the hardest no harness attaching no slack in the chords
-no-

[bridge]: kid

why aren’t you doing this
why aren’t you doing that
god aren’t you tired of your
status obsession
the stamina tested
the battle expression
is tired but don’t get it twisted
my handle extend what’s happening next is when vengeance hit fire
i don’t want n0body telling me nothing like save it i heard it before
i don’t want n0body telling me nothing like save it i heard it before

[verse 1]: kid

i’m down on my luck and i’m fresh outta bones
i got pit in my stomach like way apple grows
man it’s feeling like years that we telling ourselves to relax not to worry go take this sh-t slow
i got lots on my mind trash is littering done
weed rolled diploma i smoke till i’m gone
im searching for diamond through sprinkled deposits
while everyone else in the world do the same
no room for complaining
you knew what it take when
grab mic pray atomic boom in the making sound bite take chunk off that gouda remaining
if you can’t relate it the message relaying
is we aren’t the we aren’t the same
nah
we aren’t the we aren’t the same
now
we take our guidance
weed stars reunited nah we aren’t the same
[verse 2]: oz

n0body talking my lingo
you talkin’ that dummy
best get away from me
you talkin’ that talk i don’t like don’t like it
i fight it along with world now
saying that we aren’t the we aren’t the same
proves to me you don’t belong on my wave
you don’t belong on my page
you don’t belong in my lane
you don’t belong in my brain
come up been slower then fat people running a hill but i eat like i’m skinny i’m craving a mill smokin’ sour like pickle avoidin’ a dill
independent my lyrics belong to me still
and my pen work that magic like baby shaquille
own my masters like tiger mastered art of sk!ll
it’s the back of my hand like serenas ordeal
it’s a wave no katrina or navy sequel
to my life be a movie of me
play it by me
play it by me
played it by me i ain’t playing no games
this sh-t off top like i’m loosing my bangs
speakers knock harder then mormons but they might be fans i don’t turn em away
where ever i go people yell and they say
“o.z. my god you gone k!ll em ok.”
i’m like ok
if i’m a k!ller then call me the c-c-c-candle i’ll blow em away
regardless the time of the day
make no excuses i’m bout what i say
think i stay hurt by the way i don’t play
n0body else to model after i’m just gone do it my way
everyone choking they blue in the face
spazzin’ while stoned put the hyper in sp-ce
keepin’ the pace
hate to be judged but look back just in case
juggling life while escaping a maze
bet when i do it they’ll all be amazed
aiming for goals some would call out of range
meanwhile they buying a ticket to me on stage
make no excuses i’m bout what i say
think i stay hurt by the way i don’t play

- thee unemployed

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