Dishonor, Disorder (feat. Mike Herrera) - Over It featuring Mike Herrera of MXPX

Can we count on these days To fill in our blanks? Can we turn daydreams into our reality? Can we count on these days To fill in our blanks? In so deep it's tough to stay But you just have to have a taste Don't speak, there's no need to mistake identity We can make it worth the wait If we give it back To the fact that we're staying Locked out, waiting, forever and a day To find out you're afraid to make this life a tale worth telling Locked out, waiting, forever and a day No safe bet, no telling Have we lost our way? Did we stray too far from the flame? You like to think too much Too much about too many things You lost touch, need a name With every hour keeps getting late You think you want to rush The borderline just can't cut it Locked out, waiting, forever and a day To find out, you're afraid to make this life a tale worth telling Locked out, waiting, forever and a day No safe bet, no telling how long you'll take but I'll wait Wait and see and think of me Someday you're gonna laugh for worrying When days are gold, hope I can say For all we've been, you were meant for me Can we turn daydreams into our reality? Can we not speak and shape these ideas into deeds? Can we take these seeds and sow a brand new history? Can we count on these things? Yeah I say, can we count on these things? Can we count on me? Locked out, waiting, forever and a day To find out, you're afraid to make this life a tale worth telling Locked out, waiting, forever and a day No safe bet, no telling Locked out, waiting, forever and a day To find out, you're afraid to make this life a tale worth telling Locked out, waiting, forever and a day No safe bet, no telling You weren't meant to spend a lifetime waiting

War! Our government is fucked Shoulda bring us down The media is psyched, civil and rest Hatred can bring you down War! (War!) I don't want your war! War! (War!) We don't need your war! We don't need your war! War! Military fiends, starving countries Drama brings you to your knees Spill your back, this ain't humanity Dying for the food we feed War! (War!) I don't want your war! War! (War!) We don't need your war! We don't need your war! War! Our government is fucked Shoulda bring us down The media is psyched, civil and rest Hatred can bring you down And justice drives you crazy It drove L.A. insane In this generation Hatred is the name War! (War!) I don't want your war! War! (War!) We don't need your war! We don't need your war! War! War! L.A. '92 Bad sin, medicine should make you cry The answer to the question is we ain't gonna die L.A. '92 Police has got me under stress While all around's a fucking mess Don't patronize my fucking ass Some heads will get cracked L.A. '92 Millions kill themselves for good He's got a fucking war He won't revert till sickness comes Just broken homes and broken bones Chaos! Chaos! Chaos! Chaos! Don't give a fuck! Can't nobody knock you down? They ain't suppose to take you down The system tries by locking us up Of that kinda shit I had enough Chaos! Chaos! Chaos! Chaos! Don't give a fuck! Disorder! Disorder! Disorder! Disorder! Disorder! Disorder! Disorder! Disorder!

Excuse me honor, but it's death before dishonor Ha-ha-ha-ha Run into the flames Reaching in the fire Standing at the alter Am I preaching to the choir? Lord to these streets They left me to the slaughter Excuse me your honor but it's death before dishonor Run into the flames Reaching in the fire Standing at the alter Am I preaching to the choir? Lord to these streets They left me to the slaughter Excuse me your honor but it's death before dishonor Drug dealers and pill poppers See that my real partners Still robbing, still mobbing All my partners is still popping Phil Collins, I feel it in the air And I came from the bottom Made it killing in the air I feel like it can't be done if I can't do it Had a hella of a run Left the top like Ray Lewis Can believe this shit, on this lean I sip Keep 40 on my hip, with this king-sized clip And God knows, if the feds come and pick me up There ain't no negotiating I'm going for sixty months My partner blue trial, the game isn't right Told the judge to fuck himself Right after they gave him life Run into the flames Reaching in the fire Standing at the alter Am I preaching to the choir? Lord to these streets They left me to the slaughter Excuse me your honor but its death before dishonor Run into the flames Reaching in the fire Standing at the alter Am I preaching to the choir? Lord to these streets They left me to the slaughter Excuse me your honor but it's death before dishonor A born gangster, father at a heart Had a daughter at the start So we try to hustle smart Got a plug made a cop Had the ones you trust the most Only the ones that can stab you Is the ones you let close Made a toast time to pledge family first Love was a strong suit, love was his curse He wanted his guy to prosper But his guy won a spot So he was playing that part Like he was acting for an Oscar Kevin Costner, the imposter Jealous heart conquer But appear so strong 6 shots in the revolver Dressed up like a robber, if a half a million dollars Rain in the karma, click death before dishonor Run into the flames Reaching in the fire Standing at the alter Am I preaching to the choir? Lord to these streets They left me to the slaughter Excuse me your honor but its death before dishonor Run into the flames Reaching in the fire Standing at the alter Am I preaching to the choir? Lord to these streets They left me to the slaughter Excuse me your honor but it's death before dishonor

Can we count on these days To fill in our blanks? Can we turn daydreams into our reality? Can we count on these days To fill in our blanks? In so deep it's tough to stay But you just have to have a taste Don't speak, there's no need to mistake identity We can make it worth the wait If we give it back To the fact that we're staying Locked out, waiting, forever and a day To find out you're afraid to make this life a tale worth telling Locked out, waiting, forever and a day No safe bet, no telling Have we lost our way? Did we stray too far from the flame? You like to think too much Too much about too many things You lost touch, need a name With every hour keeps getting late You think you want to rush The borderline just can't cut it Locked out, waiting, forever and a day To find out, you're afraid to make this life a tale worth telling Locked out, waiting, forever and a day No safe bet, no telling how long you'll take but I'll wait Wait and see and think of me Someday you're gonna laugh for worrying When days are gold, hope I can say For all we've been, you were meant for me Can we turn daydreams into our reality? Can we not speak and shape these ideas into deeds? Can we take these seeds and sow a brand new history? Can we count on these things? Yeah I say, can we count on these things? Can we count on me? Locked out, waiting, forever and a day To find out, you're afraid to make this life a tale worth telling Locked out, waiting, forever and a day No safe bet, no telling Locked out, waiting, forever and a day To find out, you're afraid to make this life a tale worth telling Locked out, waiting, forever and a day No safe bet, no telling You weren't meant to spend a lifetime waiting

I got my first real six-string Bought it at the five and dime Played it till my fingers bled It was the summer of '69 Me and some guys from school Had a band and we tried real hard Jimmy quit and joey got married I shoulda known we'd never get far Oh when i look back now That summer seemed to last forever And if i had the choice Yeah - i'd always wanna be there Those were the best days of my life Back in the summer of '69 Ain't no use in complaining When you got a job to do Spent my evenings down at the drive-in And that's when i met you Standin' on your mama's porch You told me that you'd wait forever Oh and when you held my hand I knew that it was now or never Those were the best days of my life Back in the summer of '69 Man we were killining time We were young and restless We needed to unwind I guess nothin' can last forever - forever, no And now the times are changing Look at everything that's come and gone Sometimes i play that old six-string I think about ya wonder what went wrong Standing on your mama's porch You told me it would last forever The way you held my hand I knew that it was now or never Those were the best days of my life Back in the summer of '69

Not a lot right now makes sense to me And I won't go quietly Not a lot right now makes sense to me And I won't sit patiently I'm gonna chase my dreams and catch up to them I'm gonna find you some how, some way, somewhere, some day First day of the rest of our lives, I miss you already Last time I saw that look in your eyes, I miss you already First day of the rest of our lives, I miss you already The last time I'll see that look in your eyes I miss you already I don't wanna spend the rest of my life alone Where's life taking me? I don't wanna spend the rest of my life alone Always traveling I'm gonna chase my dreams and catch up to them I'm gonna find you some how, some way, somewhere, some day First day of the rest of our lives, I miss you already Last time I saw that look in your eyes, I miss you already First day of the rest of our lives, I miss you already The last time I'll see that look in your eyes I miss you already I wanna love my job I wanna love my life But most of all, I wanna fall in love First day of the rest of our lives, I miss you already Last time I saw that look in your eyes, I miss you already First day of the rest of our lives, I miss you already The last time I'll see that look in your eyes I miss you already First day of the rest of our lives, I miss you already Last time I saw that look in your eyes, I miss you already First day of the rest of our lives, I miss you already The last time I'll see that look in your eyes I miss you already

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They don't know what that scar bout' They don't know what that bar bout' They don't know what that candy car bout' Or smokin' that joint about Texas is the home of the playas and pimps Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex' 3rd Coast Born I mean we're Texas raised (Texas muthafucka that's where I stay) All ready! What you know about swangaz and vogues What you know bout' purple drank What you know bout' poppin' trunk, neon lights, candy paint What you know about white shirts, starched down jeans with a razor crease Platinum and gold on top our teeth, big ol' chains with a iced out piece You don't know bout' Michael Watts You don't know about DJ Screw What you know about "MAN! Hold UP", I done came down and what it do? They don't know about P.A.T What you know bout' FREE PIMP C What you know bout' the Swishahouse man What you know bout' the S.U.C We keep it playa, ain't no fake When we holdin' plex whenever haters hate We listen to music screwed and chopped Down here in this Lone Star state Outta towners be comin' around Runnin' they mouth and talkin' down But you don't know nuthin' bout my town Either hold it down or move around They don't know what that scar bout' They don't know what that bar bout' They don't know what that candy car bout' Or smokin' that joint about Texas is the home of the playas and pimps Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex' 3rd Coast Born I mean we're Texas raised (Texas muthafucka that's where I stay) MIKE JONES! Me and Paul we actin' a fool When screens fall I'm packin' a tool I'm Texas raised, Texas made We grind daily no minimum wage I represent the home of candy cars Screw music and purple bar Trunk bangin', fifth hangin' 84's and vogue swangin' Belt-buckles we wear in Texas Rag-tops lay down on Lexus Diamonds shinin' from grillin' necklace Haters hate cuz we well respected Paul Wall and Mike Jones Who one of the throwedest on the microphone We sittin' high on 20 inch chrome Tryin' to get our shine on I said, Paul Wall and Mike Jones Who one of the throwedest on the microphone We sittin' high on 20 inch chrome Tryin' to get our shine on I crack a smile and show platinum mouth Every time I rap I rep Swishahouse I spit a verse and head straight to the vaults 5 G's for me to even open my mouth They don't know what that scar bout' They don't know what that bar bout' They don't know what that candy car bout' Or smokin' that joint about Texas is the home of the playas and pimps Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex' 3rd Coast Born I mean we're Texas raised (Texas muthafucka that's where I stay) All Ready! Hold on, hold up a second cuz Boys comin' down blue or red Down here pimpin' ain't dead Grindin' daily to stack my bread I from the place where girls jump fly Now a days the brauds pimp brauds Cuz they got more game then most these guys You'll get set up and then you'll get robbed You don't know bout' chunkin' a deuce You don't know bout a southside fade Down here we be ridin' d's But you don't know about choppin blades Texas southern or Prairie View What you know bout' battle of the bands Down here we got ghetto grub Like William's chicken or Timmy Chan's You can catch me ridin' swangs What you know about sippin' syrup You don't know about pourin' it up Purple drank some speeches slurred You don't know bout' the way we talk Boys say we got country words But I don't really care what you heard Cuz you don't know bout' the Dirty 3rd They don't know what that scar bout' They don't know what that bar bout' They don't know what that candy car bout' Or smokin' that joint about Texas is the home of the playas and pimps Showin' naked ass in the great state of Tex' 3rd Coast Born I mean we're Texas raised (Texas muthafucka that's where I stay)