57 Pixels - The Story's End lyrics
[57 Pixels - The Story's End lyrics]
Lights, Cameraaction!
Are we ready? (Are we rollin')
Are we ready? (yeah? Okay, Are we rollin'?)
Hold up!
I'm the type of guy you
Can smell through the Ozium
They'll say he'll grasp the mic and start
Rapping like Doody's soul's in 'im
Causing loads of sin because locked cells is
Where they keep my homies in
Rolling holding 10s
Crusing with Dan chaufferin'
Stop on the cops block
Go through the front door openin'
One glance is all they need
The police is like "Oh no! It's them!"
Clasping hands and whimpering
Won't change your sentencing
Don't barter me with pensioning
Satan's Den I'm already living in
Our luck with all this stuff
Is shortly growing thin
It's been an hour and a half
And we only had forty min-
Utes, time to bounce away
From this unholy den
This is the type of ending
That's not aired on Nickelodeon
At the Captian's where my
Mac is pointing when
Sonething happens rather tragic as my
Eyes are closing in
Catastraphic, this heart of plastic has
A few holes in it no more laughter
Crowds and pastors is how this story ends
That's how this story ends
That's how every story ends
I'm the type of guy who doesn't
Fully button up his cardigan
I'm longing kin who partakes
In concerts 'n partyin'
I'm sparking ten geez of cess
As I get a shave
From a barber with Parkinson's
I'm farther then I've ever been
Dom't bother with y'all other men
All the jewelry on my body
Yeah I'm flaunting 'em
Cause what's the pointing of shining
Bright if I'm-a be closeted
This sudden ruckus erupted from nothing
But I'll still plunder all summer
Til nothing is something
Slapped another track
Back to back with not progressing
A fat lasting heart attack and it
Makes my will grow thin
My skills you oppose but you
Need to stop suppressing
I rap rad matter fact with room
In my clique still open
I'm the type of guy who doesn't
Fully button up his cardigan
I'm the type of guy you
Can smell through the Ozium
All the evil I create comes
From somewhere far within
And when I come around everyone
Already knows he's won
Are we ready? (Are we rollin')
Are we ready? (yeah? Okay, Are we rollin'?)
Hold up!
I'm the type of guy you
Can smell through the Ozium
They'll say he'll grasp the mic and start
Rapping like Doody's soul's in 'im
Causing loads of sin because locked cells is
Where they keep my homies in
Rolling holding 10s
Crusing with Dan chaufferin'
Stop on the cops block
Go through the front door openin'
One glance is all they need
The police is like "Oh no! It's them!"
Clasping hands and whimpering
Won't change your sentencing
Don't barter me with pensioning
Satan's Den I'm already living in
Our luck with all this stuff
Is shortly growing thin
It's been an hour and a half
And we only had forty min-
Utes, time to bounce away
From this unholy den
This is the type of ending
That's not aired on Nickelodeon
At the Captian's where my
Mac is pointing when
Sonething happens rather tragic as my
Eyes are closing in
Catastraphic, this heart of plastic has
A few holes in it no more laughter
Crowds and pastors is how this story ends
That's how this story ends
That's how every story ends
I'm the type of guy who doesn't
Fully button up his cardigan
I'm longing kin who partakes
In concerts 'n partyin'
I'm sparking ten geez of cess
As I get a shave
From a barber with Parkinson's
I'm farther then I've ever been
Dom't bother with y'all other men
All the jewelry on my body
Yeah I'm flaunting 'em
Cause what's the pointing of shining
Bright if I'm-a be closeted
This sudden ruckus erupted from nothing
But I'll still plunder all summer
Til nothing is something
Slapped another track
Back to back with not progressing
A fat lasting heart attack and it
Makes my will grow thin
My skills you oppose but you
Need to stop suppressing
I rap rad matter fact with room
In my clique still open
I'm the type of guy who doesn't
Fully button up his cardigan
I'm the type of guy you
Can smell through the Ozium
All the evil I create comes
From somewhere far within
And when I come around everyone
Already knows he's won
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