[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]. I fucked up the rap game and you ain't even know it. I just fucked what's her name and you ain't even know it. She got a *censored* tattoo and you ain't even know it.
To dance all night the break of day. With a caller and a holler do-si-do. We knew uncle Pen was ready to go. Early in the evening about sundown. High on the hill and above the town.
It's nothing you can wear. Fascist anti fashion jades me. No one's running scared. I wanna smash the mold that made me. . Somehow, I think it's all gone wrong.
Until it comes again. . It used to be, it was all I want, my only care. Nothing else had a single part to play in my head. But now times led my mind astray.
UP TO SOME DAYS AGO. (MUSIC & LYRICS: DAVE SHADOW). WAKE ME UP. WAKE ME UP FROM MY SLEEP. AND BLAZE THE TRAIL TO REACH FOR YOU. TO REACH FOR YOU MY LOVE.
Como me gusta quererte. pero que amargo es no verte. y como vuelo en esta ilusin. luego caigo en tu prisin. . Como me gusta encontrarte. pero que duro es perderte.
Growing up I've seen a lot of shit in my time. I've seen hunger, hunger, pleasure, pain, violence and crime. I have learned from the mistakes of my friends that have died.
My untamed heart can never be free. With the gals on my mind and the devil in me. Well, the lights are low I steal her kiss in the dark. So she'll heed the call of my untamed heart.
You and me have a passion escaping the days that go by. Just our desire. Patronize a secret painted salon. Let us talk about the live, where the skins aren't out.
You don't love me anymore, my darling. I'm just a used to be to you. Those cold, cold kisses that you gave me, little darling. Proved just to me, you found somebody new.
Oh the people would come from far away. And they'd dance all night till the break of day. When the caller hollered "do-se-do". You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go.
Just an old house with stories of its own. Takes me back to days gone by. The colors have faded and the steps are made of stone. An aging friend against the sky.
1st verse:. Birds are busy building nests in the tree branches. And all the squirrels are burying nuts before the winter hits. . Chorus:. Clouds roll by and the rivers they run,.
Without work's calving increments. Or love's coltish punch. What would I be?. An animaless isthmus. Beyond the sea. . Oh bees only swarm when they're looking for a home.
As I bake in this rancid oven that we call earth,. hard to breathe through filth and muck that rides our air.. All I taste, the bile phlegm collects within..
Ura Fucking Loser:. as i bake in this rancid oven that we call earth. hard to breath. thru filth and muck that rides our air. all i taste. the bile phlegm collects within.