paroles de chanson Connecticut Casual (Instrumental) - Apathy
No
I
never
want
to
feel
like
I
did
that
thing
Take
me
to
the
place
I
look,
take
all
the
way
No
I
never
want
to
feel
like
I
did
that
thing
Take
me
to
the
place
I
look,
take
all
the
way
How
pathetic,
like
drug
infested
in
a
small
town
In
the
middle
of
the
State
in
In
the
middle
of
USa,
nowhere,
nowhere
resist
Unless
you
want
to
buy
or
sell
drugs
Around
the
time
of
flash
prints
so
they
be
so
beauty
And
back
with
the
colliding
gad
double
hit
on
their
dude
My
mother
ex
man
he
know
droll
behind
the
bright
lights
Hand
out
with
some
mics
they
cop
great
ludes
Nearly
on
the
hard
way,
white
people
party
hard
They
keep
me
up
in
night
So
its
cool
Ill
be
hardy
test
with
a
shord
behind
And
a
rhythm,
high,
high,
have
a
bomb
But
fucking
Camicazi,
sometime
I
feel
like
the
bomb
And
no
one
can
decide
me
a
black
old
son
That
will
multiply
barby,
the
time
were
in
the
sixties
so
we
wait
and
took
the
tacky
And
call
around,
corrode
it,
our
bodys
anybody
Absurd
from
the
baddest
check
on
From
the
rap
was
rap
gope
and
trappin
the
black
offer
Its
a
crap
that
could
sayand
cruse
some
motherfucker
The
fair
is
the
humble
in
pyramid
they
discover
wanna
search
some
more
Way
you
brooch
is
on
cars,
I
trade
blunt
to
the
God
to
the
brunch
and
stars
Wanna
block
all
unfair,
rock
it
a
period
spreadinig
I
heard
em
here
talking
fucking
whores
propertary
Its
all
to
believe
it,
thats
no
body
out
there
Try
to
believe
that
Im
all
alone
No
I
never
want
to
feel
like
I
did
that
thing
Take
me
to
the
place
I
look,
take
all
the
way
No
I
never
want
to
feel
like
I
did
that
thing
Take
me
to
the
place
I
look,
take
all
the
way
And
I
dont
wanna
feel
like
lifes
no
real
I
flesh
the
whole
bottle
full
of
zen,
know
the
deal
Medication
likes
slaver
inside
the
pressure
Its
how
the
rich
kings
controlling
this
poor
presence
We
aint
even
human
anymore
Just
reminisce,
they
let
us
pay
arms
but
we
register
our
weapons
And
even
if
we
ever
had
to
start
a
silver
war
Then
we
looking
out
your
profile
Ticking
in
your
door,
hard
core,
great
school
before
I
was
on
soft
mood
Just
to
hate
my
principles
so
I
keep
luck
the
door
Now
Im
on
tour
watching
my
back
in
the
bathroom
Cuz
you
said
cartoons
needed
and
fames
for
stack
rooms
What
cold
is
what
Im
rocking
LA,
they
dont
play
You
had
a
father,
that
was
deeper
I
was
trade
Make
styles,
you
just
trade
me
with
those
rappers
Fuck
a
message
in
a
bottle,
raps
in
the
crack
vibe
No
I
never
want
to
feel
like
I
did
that
thing
Take
me
to
the
place
I
look,
take
all
the
way
No
I
never
want
to
feel
like
I
did
that
thing
Take
me
to
the
place
I
look,
take
all
the
way
No
I
never
want
to
feel
like
I
did
that
thing
Take
me
to
the
place
I
look,
take
all
the
way
Thangs,
thangs,
thang
changing
the
hood
that
im
living
Thangs,
thangs,
thangs
changing
the
hood
where
Im
living
Thangs,
thangs,
thangs
chaging
the
hood
where
Im
living

1 Connecticut Casual (Instrumental)
2 Back in New England (Instrumental)
3 Don't Give up the Ship (Instrumental)
4 Locals Only! (Instrumental)
5 The Curse of the Kennedys (Instrumental)
6 Martha Moxley (Rest in Peace) (Instrumental)
7 Jack Ruby (Instrumental)
8 The Grass Ain't Greener (Instrumental)
9 Money Makes the World Go Round (Instrumental)
10 Underground Chick (Instrumental)
11 Beefin' over Bitches (Instrumental)
12 The Grand Leveler (Instrumental)
13 Connecticut Casual (Acapella)
14 The Curse of the Kennedys (Acapella)
15 Martha Moxley (Rest in Peace) (Acapella)
16 The Grass Ain't Greener (Acapella)
17 Underground Chick (Acapella)
18 Beefin' over Bitches - Acapella
19 The Grand Leveler (Acapella)
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