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Busdriver - Imaginary Places lyrics
Im just here to hold your hand when you die and to show you around imaginary places puttin many lumps on my bloody stump edible habits so I bit the perfect circle die in your sleep with the sky at your feet ill shoot you when your happy on the day that you will find peace how did you do it, i dont know, im ok every person i know is a secret sorta agent cuz im accused of lewd conducts (all prove hard to rate the prompts?) (**my guess**) any kind of rumor for em, may they rest to put me in a loony bin a funny farm a coo coo but they need a villian Im just here to hold your hand when you die there is not a sicker person that can do it better no need to skip it in my eco system but in the audience of me being evil christian H-M know how I hate him so but he charged me for a halo but im on a scavenger hunt for a map with a chunk of a sky mirror Ill go crazy with a mud pie I play dead songs on the sill screen Iron my shirt it is a chill dream It is on to lead away to the stair well till we gut him in it straight up from the center finally fair-well Im just here to hold your hand when you die and to give your assault rifle a bannana clip flow in the dark when i stroll in the park giving everybody informative pamphletes no sign of life for as far as i can see everybodys just charred meat up in the car seat eat shit and die to the secret spy cuz i have this funny feeling that im being watched 24-hour survailance money or power or ailments whyd they send the medical the he shimmered me the hammer it was way too much you coulda went and had 200 Im just here to hold your hand when you die Psycho better cause trouble runnin for your soft spot late market closed, and the irk on her nose turned into a deadly gas flowin through the air ducts shes had no love for the thought that she was she doesnt love me cuz I dont have the right hair cut Im miss-understood, I just face it, Im no good but I will not appologize for anything that I say My name is Mr Busdriver this is the producer Paris we are not embarassed to admit that we were purchasing a bit of our own imaginary place kids.. if you want to piss off your parents show interest in the arts kids.. if you really want to piss off your parents buy real estate in an imaginary place.. oh yes ok ok, alright, um, yea.. now move! - lots of scratching - gotta do my shout outs now.. (peace to) Im just here to hold your hand when you die Paris and Daddy care, theyll also be there too Im just here to hold your hand when you die Unless you get the (senamums) to her we'll help you Im just here to hold your hand when you die Feel the fellowship announced everyone will help you Im just here to hold your hand when you die Shoulda been an empire hip hop clan too Im just here to hold your hand to die Im just here to hold your hand when you Just here to hold your hand.. when you die.. |
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