The Pot of Full Strength Samson Was Finished - Sofie Livebrant

Realistically It's hard to dig it all too happily But I can see It's not always that real to me A funny thing Is always a funny thing Though sadly things Just get in the way Open to suggestion Falling over questions Hopefully But that's as well as maybe A shaking hand Won't transmit all fidelity Your golden smile Would shame a politician Typically I'll apologise next time Bonds will break and fade A snapping all in two The lies that bind the tie Come sailing out of you Realistically Hard to dig it all too happily But I can see Not always that real to me A funny thing Is always a funny thing And those sadly things Is always a sadly thing Bonds will break and fade A snapping all in two The lies that bind the tie Come sailing out of you A show of strength Is all you want You can never set it down Guts and passion Those things you can't Even set down All those things you think might count You can't ever set them down Don't ever set them down Never set them down Hey, I came in right on cue One is me and one is you Hey, I came in right on cue One is me and one is you

Let the band play Skrrt, skrrt Yeah yeah, skrrt Got a McLaren with the butterfly doors (Butterfly doors) I drop the top just to let my diamonds show (Let my diamonds show) What chain to put on? Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (Miny moe) I pull up, all the kids screamin', "Whoa" (Whoa) They eyes poppin', jaws droppin', lookin' like they saw a ghost Red dots on the chops, yeah my nigga 'nem on go Left a lot, hit the block, smoke some pot with my bros Yeah, you know I'ma get it, get it in, go get some more Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah This young nigga hot, uh Bottom of the pot, yeah (Yeah) Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah I do what you not, yeah Pockets full of knots, yeah My pockets 'bout to pop Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah This young nigga hot, uh (Yeah) Bottom of the pot, yeah Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah I do what you not, yeah Pockets full of knots, yeah My pockets 'bout to pop It's a bird, it's a plane, nah, bitch, that's Glock, yeah Gettin' throat from a thot, yeah, ridin' 'round dodgin' cop cars Money long, I came far, life short, keep my AR Don't drink but I slang dark, no we ain't the same, my boy Playin' in the foreign truck, AMG Benz Tonka toy All my cars make too much noise, you niggas lil' bitty boy Hit it and you hear the horse, you know that I'm rich, of course Ballin', better check the score, I'm the on these hoes adore Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah This young nigga hot, uh Bottom of the pot, yeah Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah I do what you not, yeah Pockets full of knots, yeah My pockets 'bout to pop Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah This young nigga hot, uh Bottom of the pot, yeah Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah I do what you not, yeah Pockets full of knots, yeah My pockets 'bout to pop It's a bird, it's a plane, nah, bitch, that's a Glock Nah, bitch, that's Glock, nah, bitch, that's Glock

All the spotlight, Is not for me, I close my eyes and imagine I'm home, I miss the days, when, life was simple, But if I never tried to follow that rainbow, In search of the pot of gold (Woooah woooah) In search of the pot of gold There's a mother out there right now, About to have the next LeBron, Searchin' for a pot of gold like a leprechaun, They say death comes in threes, Whose next in line? And I just lost a best friend for the second time, Now I'm on a quest to find peace, Still gotta carry my piece and soo-woo when its reppin' time, Yall don't understand, I'm misunderstood, Give Interscope 2 more albums then I'm done for good, Sold 10 million records, ain't leave the hood, It's a cold world everybody need a hood, And everybody doin' time stay headstrong, You still gotta chance to live, Even though you're dead wrong. All the spotlight, Is not for me, I close my eyes and imagine I'm home, I miss the days, when, life was simple, But if I never tried to follow that rainbow, In search of the pot of gold (Woooah woooah) In search of the pot of gold Sometimes I try to do good but I just can't be, Its hard to get myself to do things that aint me, And yall should thank me, But my haters busy tryna send me home early but you can't New Orleans Saint me. I ain't a saint B, I aint a god God, I aint an angel neither but I try hard yall, I'm lightin' up for all my soldiers at war, As I sit back and watch the ashes on my cigar fall, Wayne just came home, And Tip back on the yard dog, Guess Pujols aint the only one playin' hard ball. All the spotlight, Is not for me, I close my eyes and imagine I'm home, I miss the days, when, life was simple, But if I never tried to follow that rainbow, In search of the pot of gold (Woooah woooah) In search of the pot of gold See the thing about all of us is You never know just what we bout All the spotlight, Is not for me, I close my eyes and imagine I'm home, I miss the days, when, life was simple, But if I never tried to follow that rainbow, In search of the pot of gold (Woooah woooah) In search of the pot of gold

The air was filled with suspicion She poured us two martinis And tried to guess my mission I pretended to know nothing It's best to use discretion But she turned her floodlight eyes on me And demanded a confession I told her I am a spy in the house of love Gathering clues to be used in the war of the affections I am a spy in the house of love I won't be refused I'm waiting for your heart's defection I saw, yes i did, everything that pleased her I recorded every movement And plotted how to seize her I used a tiny camera I thought I'd japanese her I made a voodoo doll of her And sat around and squeezed her I told her i am a spy in the house of love Gathering clues to be used in the war of the affections Iam a spy in the house of love I won't be refused I'm waiting for your heart's defection I'll read your mail I'll tap your phone I'm on your trail You're never alone One day you'll slip up And leave a lip print on a coffee cup I'm a spy and I just can't help myself

There's a darkness upon me that's flooded in light In the fine print they tell me what's wrong and what's right And it comes in black, and it comes in white And I'm frightened by those that don't see it When nothing is owed, deserved or expected And your life doesn't change by the man that's elected If you're loved by someone, you're never rejected Decide what to be and go be it There was a dream and one day I could see it Like a bird in a cage, I broke in and demanded that somebody free it And there was a kid with a head full of doubt So I'll scream 'til I die or the last of those bad thoughts are finally out There's a darkness upon you that's flooded in light And in the fine print they tell you what's wrong and what's right And it flies by day and it flies by night And I'm frightened by those that don't see it There was a dream and one day I could see it Like a bird in a cage, I broke in and demanded that somebody free it And there was a kid with a head full of doubt So I'll scream 'til I die and the last of those bad thoughts are finally out There was a dream and one day I could see it Like a bird in a cage I broke in and demanded that somebody free it And there was a kid with a head full of doubt So I'll scream 'til I die and the last of those bad thoughts are finally out There's a darkness upon me that's flooded in light In the fine print they tell me what's wrong and what's right There's a darkness upon me that's flooded in light And I'm frightened by those that don't see it