Lyrics Feels Thread

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Live for the day, when I'm left here on my own
With no-one to betray, it's no wonder I prefer to be
A castaway, who finds a friendly shore
Washed up on the rocks, in the calm after the storm
I can run amok, every day's a high day and
A holiday, my hideaway I got no reason left to stay

In my life
Oh, why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die?

In my life
Why do I smile
At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4YN5xEsE90
>Hey, pretty baby
>Don't you think you might give me a chance
>Get it on with me
>Go down-town for some loving romance
>And I know I ain't nothing
>I ain't worth but a thin dime
>But if you put your heart in my hands
>I'm sure that I could change your mind

I've got present for you right here
Actually it's not a present, it's my penis
And I like to call it the spear
Cause spears are long and hard, just like my penis
I don't like it when you talk
Cause that just means you're not sucking my cock
Love is for girls and gays
If you wanna be with me it goes one of two ways
Either you have sex with me...
... or you have sex with me

>>34089652
Fuck Elliot Roger, he was a piece of shit

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The beast in me
Is caged by frail and fragile bars
Restless by day
And by night rants and rages at the stars
God help the beast in me

>>34089652
OK FRIENDORINO, WILL DO!

>dont talk the talk if you cant walk the walk, phony niggas get outlined in chalk

We can all get by if we want now
Get a fat piece of the pie if we want
Motherfuckers gettin' mad high when they want now
I will survive, recognize it be Tical
Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war on the ill block
Things just ain't peace no more, fuck it
If you ain't with me then forget me
Niggas try to stick me, retaliation, no hesitation, shifty
Creepin' niggas in the dark, triggas with no heart
Rippin' ass apart, I'll be swimmin' with the sharks now
Stay out my water or it's manslaughter
Kid, you oughta start reachin' for that nickle-plated auto-
Matic, my thoughts get sporadic, loaded raps
Bustin' mad shots to ya attic
They say this hazard, this flows a hazard

Well I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself.
And I don't make a sound but my eyes scream out help
And I start to struggle to hold myself back,
From thrusting my head straight through the fucking glass