3am in Mirror Park - Crackhead Bart

(I shot the sheriff) 'Cause when it all falls down, oh-oh I only got myself, um I nearly lost myse-'e-'elf All the loss I felt, I felt I pray to God I never let these inner demons get me tied out I won't ever put myself in places I can't climb out How you wanna hold me close, but still be holdin' doubt? Bein' a real nigga weighs much more than all that clout You cannot take my soul, all alone Prayed alone, mm Still aligned, I built this on my own I sensed the jealousy Can't stop my destiny I pray my soul's at peace Lost in these melodies, ah They wanna see me dead, I'm a martyr But, we win instead, mm If we check the score when it's said and done Then, I'm still ahead, ah-oh They didn't believe in a miracle, look what God did Tried to make me fold, but some things just don't bend You cannot take my soul, all alone Prayed alone, mm Still aligned, I built this on my own I sensed the jealousy Can't stop my destiny I pray my soul's at peace Lost in these melodies, ahh

Yeah Yeah It's that trappin' in London fo' sho' Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me (Let that money talk) Luxury my fashion Keep them pretty b- under me (Pretty bitches under) I'm gon' pop my shit, y'all ride my wave Y'all boys some sons to me (Ooh) Let that money talk to me (Ha) Let that money talk to me (Talk to me) Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Big a- Cuban chain 'round my neck, that bih' gеt heavy I'ma put this d- inside your gut if you let mе Baby, I'm too player I be kickin' s- like Messi Pull it out my Polos when you slob, make sure it's messy Both of 'em tryna f-, I could have sworn y'all h- was besties (Ha) H-, you know I'm covered in this ice, Wayne Gretzky H-, you keep on prayin' to the lord, how about you bless me? Steppin' in some Prada's, I don't wear no damn Giuseppe's (Nah, nah) You might think it's light when we move, but it's heavy Yeah, I need that mula, uh, guap (Guap), uh, Fedi Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Luxury my fashion, keep them pretty bitches under me I'm gon' pop my s-, y'all ride my wave Y'all boys some sons to me (Sons to me) Let that money talk to me (Hey) Let that money talk to me (Ay) Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Big a- Cuban chain 'round my neck, that b- get heavy I'ma put this d- inside your gut If you let me (Let me, let me, let me) Mmm Uh Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me Let that money talk to me (Let that money talk) Luxury my fashion Keep them pretty b- under me (Pretty b- under) I'm gon' pop my shit, y'all ride my wave Y'all boys some sons to me (Ooh) Let that money talk to me (Ha) Let that money talk to me (Talk to me) Let that money talk to me (Ooh) Let that money talk to me Big a- Cuban chain 'round my neck, that b- get heavy I'ma put this d- inside your gut if you let me Baby, I'm too player, I be kickin' shit like Messi Pull it out my Polos when you slob, make sure it's messy Both of 'em tryna f-,I could have sworn y'all h- was besties (Ha) H-, you know I'm covered in this ice, Wayne Gretzky H-, you keep on prayin' to the lord, how 'bout you bless me? Steppin' in some Prada's, I don't wear no damn Giuseppe's You might think it's light when we move, but it's heavy Yeah, I need that mula, uh guap uh Fedi Vibe Forever

Пятьдесят четвёртый этаж, смотрю на Москву Прокуренный винтаж, это rock new school Пятьдесят четвёртый этаж, смотрю на Москву Кровь течёт по лицу — это мне к лицу Кровь течёт по губам — это от тоски Мои дни снова разные, как носки Кровь течёт по губам из правой ноздри Я тебя не ебу, а ты ебёшь мозги Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Крашеные волосы, голос поколения Моё поведение, моё поведение Крашеные волосы, голос поколения Все ваши кумиры — это недоразумение Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать

A man appeared before Wells Fargo Wells Fargo's stage driver man Wearing a long white linen And a dust flour sack over his head Pointed a double barreled shotgun At the driver and forced him to halt "Please throw down the box, sir And madam please, don't you need your money or pearls?" They call him Black Bart P08 The highway bandit, poetry man Leaving his poem disappeared like a ghost on his own, all on his own The road he owns Rise, Black Bart, rise, I'm calling Calling your spirit out Dust off your hat and hatchet There are boxes out there with your name and mark The road has been cold and lonely The road has been out of good tales Let's shake up some dust We'll be opening the box like before, just like before And leave a poem For honor and for riches I've labored long and hard for the bread But on my corns too long you tread You fine haired sons of bitches A man appeared before Wells Fargo Wells Fargo's stage driver man Wearing a long white linen And a dust flour sack over his head They call him Black Bart P08 The highway bandit, poetry man Leaving his poem disappeared Like a ghost on his own, all on his own The road he owns For honor and for riches I've labored long and hard for the bread But on my corns too long you tread You fine haired sons of bitches

Sur la gâchette, j'ai Parkinson Tu nous aimes pour nos parties sombres Tous les jours le même tee-shirt comme Bart Simpson Do, ré, mi, fa puis j'ai touché le sol Sur la gâchette, j'ai Parkinson Tu nous aimes pour nos parties sombres Tous les jours le même tee-shirt comme Bart Simpson Do, ré, mi, fa puis j'ai touché le sol Bas-bas les pattes, c'est ma salope, ça On dormira quand on sera dans notre sarcophage Nan, y'a pas d'faux départ qui tienne On arrête ni progrès, ni le système Des sapes sans taches et des flashs par centaines J'finirai par m'en plaindre C'est toi qui interprète, dis-moi de quoi parlent mes refrains Dis-moi si j'suis dans l'thème, raconte-moi tes problèmes J'te parlerai des miens (j'te parlerai des miens) Oulalala, oulalala Le groupe le plus détesté, ni là, ni là-bas Danse avec ton gobelet Tu te bouchais les oreilles pendant qu'ils s'engueulaient Allez, viens là boomerang C'est pas nous que tu cherchais quand tu nous googlais Sur la gâchette, j'ai kinson-Par Je sais pas lire une partition mais j'ai disque d'or Rentre chez toi, petit, il est tard T'aimes pas être à la maison mais y'a plus que des mauvais garçons dehors Sur la gâchette, j'ai Parkinson Tu nous aimes pour nos parties sombres Tous les jours le même tee-shirt comme Bart Simpson Do, ré, mi, fa puis j'ai touché le sol Sur la gâchette, j'ai Parkinson Tu nous aimes pour nos parties sombres Tous les jours le même tee-shirt comme Bart Simpson Do, ré, mi, fa puis j'ai touché le sol Sur la gâchette, j'ai Parkinson Tu nous aimes pour nos parties sombres Tous les jours le même tee-shirt comme Bart Simpson Do, ré, mi, fa puis j'ai touché le sol J'ai des bouffées de délires Je lis le mal aux vegans Je lui dis qu'elle s'embellit chaque fois que je la regarde Comment faire taire les cris dans le coffre de la Mégane? Sur la scène du crime, en concert tous les soirs Sur la gâchette, j'ai Parkinson Tu nous aimes pour nos parties sombres, yah Tous les jours le même tee-shirt comme Bart Simpson Do, ré, mi, fa puis j'ai touché le sol