paroles de chanson Poet Gang Playing Cards - Kenny Segal , Pink Navel

Poet gang playing cards
Doric Bray, Baby Bart
Singing old sailor songs, thinking, oh
Favors are getting sold
Payment large, money tied, Caden's bars, music beads, sacred jars, jelly burst
I was once a secret character with belly hurt
And now I'm legacy content with a Betty shirt

Book 212, checked bags, threw on through
Saw the world of heroes
A couple buttons
It was clear I'm onto something familiar
And y 'all on both coasts so stoked, bro
Clippin', clippings of different posters
Calling it simply showster
Stars in my eyes, I'm joster

Steve Baum from The Table, Naval Crop
Was cleanin' songs from Kenny's beatbox
Ruby yacht team slots
We the poet gang, playin' cards
Desert bound
Favorite bar
Coming from
Savin' Rs, E and good
Campers large
Travel world, see the stars from a couple turns
If it's a team, it changed the world's attention
The climate of the iris flipped
Saw Mum that's rude, said
Fuck the artist's kid, it's obvious from
Test them till they miss, so shooting off it hits
Cause aim is great
I'm in the strangest state
Man's an ace
I miss it every single paper day
Crew aches and begs to aid
The walk into my favorite place
With sandwiches on takeaway
In the street, darkest night
Before the lamp and shade
Everyone gon' see me dancin'
While the camera fades
Another album paved the way
Just about a decade ago
The plot doubled up my thought bubble
Sharing the mold and silicone dreams
Collude to keep the old steam
Out of totality
Gained another level
But exhausted from the battling
But I have won one, one or two, two battles before
Yeah, shit, yeah, when it was all done
Reclaimed my side duck days to prime relay
And now I'm lockin' out the door, uh
And I could see it on the street dog
I could see it in the way that I was standin' there
And draggin' my feet with the marks that it had made
Pause and imprint every day
A memory upon the beat
With the public gang, playing cards
Covert name, Jason Barnes
Cunning tongue, statements hard
Frequent growth, came in sparse
Jeff and Crack, nibble shards
Used together from the start
Notifying pretty art, of course it blames
The entire people, this start when you force the kid
I'm on the train, keeping quiet
Taking forces with their oyster band
Yo, shucks, it's the rum Tom Flubber mouth
Saw it all happen, but said no
Cause it was somethin' else
I'm waitin' to lie to catch this
Can I meet my couch
With a high score of a hundred, ouch
How am I gonna beat that?

I'll go and stack my grease stack
Complete this other side quest
I ain't got time to do both
Neither resign breath, retaliation
I designed Jeff's, Rincey specialist's sesh
Flimsy pestulence dreads
Either way the game's on
It lives in me
It lives in me
It lives in me
It lives in me
It lives in me
And so I play on