paroles de chanson The Meaning of Life? - Marx

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Just leave him, he's happy rotting to death
I'm just tryna figure out what's the meaning of life
I think we can all agree from what we've seen that it's shite
Before starting school, I could read, I could write
And my artist's tools let me bleed through a mic
Sloppy journalism and sloppier sex
Don't create your own lane, just copy the next
Run through your verse, without stopping for breath
Prepare your next release, promote, drop and forget
Singing my praises, winging for days it's
Feeling amazing but I can't take it
I love it when a plan comes together
I'm buzzin' that the land runs forever

Conspiracies manifest and maraud in my mind
If you withstand the test you'll be applauded in time
He never moved mountains but we'll force him to climb
That kinda desperation, you're resorting to crime
How many at your school became dealers?
Cheaters? Stealers? I wish I could heal 'em
You could say that I'm a dreamer
I aren't waiting for a hand out, nah, I'm too eager
But I haven't got a clue where we're headed
All I know is that I'm empty and the tank takes unleaded
If you think we're stopping then forget it
I can leave you at the next stop but know you'll regret it
Do you want it well done? Or do you want it done well?
I speak with a silver tongue, Mayor Hans Sprungfeld
My advice damn useful
Cannot comprehend, got me feeling bamboozled

And now the dust has settled, we can call it a day
Did you have a nice time? Did you enjoy your stay?
Did you dance on the edge of the four-letter blade?
Leave your keys at the desk, get your wallet and pay
Do you have any regrets? Would you do it all different?
I'd procrastinate less, try to be more efficient
I'd probably waste more, do less in addition
Impossible mission, please stop this tradition
I want my flowers, wanna smell 'em
Don't leave it too late to show love, just tell 'em
Too many leave this world holding grudges
Bypass God, let yourself be the judges
Until then, make the most of every day
Break your back as a slave for the minimum wage
Invoice my regret, I'm sending 'em paid
If there's any debts left, take them to the grave