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Icing on the cake
Stirring up the pot
bubbling the water from the Earth
maybe I'm a creature of the night, maybe I'm a light, either way i'm leaving in a hearse
Chillin in my skin suit, colder than a mammoth tusk digging in the ice for the greens
Ripe for the taking, crown of the king, but I would rather kill the machine
Doper than fiends, triple OG's, on the third rock from the sun thats us
Still outlaw, still pure to the grain, my orangutang brains engrained with star dust
Bass drum rattling bones
Skeletons wake from a tomb
where'd I get the name Pinecone?
On the dark side of the moon
Get it, Got It, Good, Get it like i should
So misunderstood, so misunderstood
Ain't no crystal ball, Ain't no direction
Look at what you've got, Look at what you've done
I'm a little bit of monkey whatever, I mean I'm clever with my endeavors and do it for the pleasure
Middle fingers out to you and whoever want to through shade at my character, guess you birds of the same feather
Salmonella to you chickens who talk ill of my team in the villa, I see you running your mouth
Free advertising wether not you're admiring entirely, they'll probably end up checking me out
Focused like a locust we swarming into the soiree
People causing ruckus we shuffling through the melee
Ladies looking lovely, needing something to lean on, and I can be your huckleberry you can be my cling-on.
Every other eon, stepping over peons
i'm headed to the top of the world baby and beyond
Might as well go ahead and throw me a cape, cause I'm gonna be the icing on the cake
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Southern Skies
03:50
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Welcome back to Earth, I know you've been gone for some time.
Everything has changed so much, the truth is so have I.
We alone can make a difference but we hardly try.
Contemplating my existence under southern skies.
Maybe we are martians lost in outer space.
Maybe we are someone else's bad mistake.
Maybe it doesn't matter.
Maybe it's not too late.
Welcome back to Earth, maybe you'll take my place.
Cold shivers, chopped liver and Heineken.
That's what's for dinner with purple smoke and vitamins.
I'm feeling better today than I did yesterday, but by tomorrow I'll probably wanna fly away.
Don't get it twisted, I'm lucky to have a family.
I love them more and more everyday, but momentarily my mind can only focus on everything that is wrong, from people hating each other to countries that drop bombs.
Everyone up in arms, social media pawns, food covered in poison, crude is in the ponds.
Trash is in the ocean, birds fall out the sky.
The media wanna open your eye's, but they a lie.
I'm sick of selfish people thing only of self, like I'm sick of little sheeple following every step.
I use to think humanity was ready for change, but lately I've been wishing aliens would take me away.
Or take my place.
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Grown
02:36
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You remember when a loss was a win? Skipping high school just to kick it with your friends? Sneaking mad dog 20 in your backpack, saving all your lunch money for a dime sack.late nights in the park, no leash. Midnight come around, police. Had to run through the creek just to get home, back then ain't nobody had a cell phone. Had to deal with the bullies at times, so I kept a switchblade in my waistline.They was on that dumb shit, I was on mine, but every now and then they would cross that line. Never thought I'd make it past eighteen, and if there was a God then he didn't like me. Home all alone wishing I could get stoned, but I ain't gotta worry no more cause I'm grown.
And I got no time for this.
And I got no time for that.
No sweat off my back I'm too grown.
And I'm gonna say what I feel, and I'm gonna be who I am.
I'm grown.
No need to break the law.
No need to fuck with ya'll, I'm out here on my own.
I'm grown.
I reminisce sometimes when I hit the bottle too much.
Been boxing it up, down on my luck, some doors better off left shut.
Had a lot of friends die too soon.
I became numb healing all them wounds.
Time goes by and the numbers grow, then a baby's born and that's how it go.
Ain't nobody gettin out alive.
Ain't nobody going back in time.
Gotta family that I love, that I take care of, and a couple dogs hanging around the house so my world still shines.
I would kill for mine.
Momma say's I'm a rolling stone.
Even when darkness fills my soul, still got many more miles to go.
I'm grown.
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Limb
03:34
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Sometimes I feel like a freak.
I picture myself on the movie screen.
Some day's I fell I'm just a bore.
No poetry in motion anymore.
I wanna be a man with no regrets, but it's too late for that.
Some things I can't take back.
But that don't mean I got no place to be.
I've been blessed with the gift of humility.
We gotta learn on our own.
No question why.
Color my perception or let it die.
Them sticks and stones make break you'r bones, no lie.
I've found what hurts the most comes from inside.
Late night steppin down the avenue, and my highs coming down like a parachute.
I'm not asleep but I'm counting sheep.
My tongue taste of bitter-sweet.
I'm feeling like the ugly duckling, surrounded by vultures.
I'm constantly struggling with habitual cultures.
Life is a dream for the wise.
A game for the fool.
So what the fuck are you?
I been known to wallow in the shallowest of waters.
Long before I begged your pardon I was eating from the garden.
Pinch a penny till it's copper.
Used to blame it on my father.
To articulate the drama I would speak in metaphors.
Ship inside a bottle that i really should remodel.
I'm the captain in the cabin and the one who walks the plank.
Had a hole inside my temple, no it's not coincidental, that I had to disassemble to escape.
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Good Life
03:54
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I've been around since the 80's, but wasn't always cool.
Especially with the ladies, I was a damn fool.
Dad was an alcoholic.
Momma, she had to leave him.
Grew up around the fighting, the fussing, cussing and cheating.
That's when I started breaking all of the rules.
Selling drugs and robbing people, I was kicked out of school.
I was a bad kid, mad kid, tearing shit up.
Sleeping on couches with forty bottles and cigarette butts.
Years go by and I got sick.
Stage four lymphoma, how'd i get this shit?
Lucky to be alive so I changed my way's.
I'm on that good life tip today.
I'm looking for the good life.
Sitting on top of the world.
I wanna be shining like diamonds and pearls.
I'm wanting you to go there with me girl.
I'm looking for the good life.
Baby, we could have it all.
We can make love by the water fall.
I'm living that good life after all.
I had a second chance at life.
So what should i do?
Roll up a couple phillies, drink a couple of brews?
Of course i wanna celebrate, I'm only twenty two, and tomorrow's never promised, tell me what would you do?
We got the band back together, started rocking the clubs.
It was nothing but love, record label signed us up.
I'm talking cloud nine.
We made the front page, and remember that shit like it was yesterday.
But, what goes up must come down.
The label let us go, what do we do now?
You gotta take the bad with the good right?
Not everybody get's a moment in the spot light.
Not everybody get's a taste of the good life, but if I had it my way we'd live it every night.
I guess the moral of the story is to never give in, and if you fail then you try again.
Good life, Good life, sitting by the fire.
Good life, Good life, feeling that breeze.
Good life, Good life, taking you higher.
Good life, Good life, come with me.
Got my lady and I got my shine.
Money in my pocket and we're feeling fine.
Radio's loud and we're playing Sublime.
I think it's gonna be a good day, my oh my.
I can't believe I made it this far, It's a miracle.
Floating in the clouds now, used to be miserable.
Never looking back since I changed my way's, I'm on that good life tip today.
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