E-Dubble - Gone lyrics
[E-Dubble - Gone lyrics]
The subject's we toast we bow
To a host of problems
And I'm bent, but I vow to solve them
Somehow we will bend -
Build with clear conscience
No burned bridges we soothe with clear logic
Think about non-sense no thanks
I'm on that low brow bougey
Shit with a big drink
And it's topped off mix it with the hot sauce
Fuel to the fire inhibitions get chopped off
No knock offs we all original
Even though we pirates to the
Tyrants of the digital
Hugging all the bootleggers
Salute truth sayers
We make they points moot, without mutating
Superheroes with a penchant for the idiom
Until we kick the bucket
We be fucking with the pretty ones
But, you know we got love for the dodos too
They're kinda pissed but they know I'm cute
So
We gone yeah you know we're gone
Cause we ain't stickin' round
For this goddamn jawn
I ain't sign up for nothing this damn dumb
Keep your fucking newsletter give
It to another bum
And I know what they're gonna say:
"Here today, and tomorrow he'll be on his way
Ride-out, like he never even planned to stay"
No chance, motherfucker i am cocked and aimed
And on target looking for a bargain
We going for the win cause
The past was a hardship
Scuse me, scuse me no more pardons
Everybody's sentence is death
So stop charging
"Live Free or Die Hard", Bruce Willis said
Sounds good so I'm headed to the Lilith Fair
I'm going in just to kick
It with my women folk
And hopefully I'm coming out
With the women vote
That's a true story, no politics
I need your help cause my
Music ain't polished yet
And probably never will be but
That's a good thing
I'll spit'shine till my amber
Lamps are glistening
To a host of problems
And I'm bent, but I vow to solve them
Somehow we will bend -
Build with clear conscience
No burned bridges we soothe with clear logic
Think about non-sense no thanks
I'm on that low brow bougey
Shit with a big drink
And it's topped off mix it with the hot sauce
Fuel to the fire inhibitions get chopped off
No knock offs we all original
Even though we pirates to the
Tyrants of the digital
Hugging all the bootleggers
Salute truth sayers
We make they points moot, without mutating
Superheroes with a penchant for the idiom
Until we kick the bucket
We be fucking with the pretty ones
But, you know we got love for the dodos too
They're kinda pissed but they know I'm cute
So
We gone yeah you know we're gone
Cause we ain't stickin' round
For this goddamn jawn
I ain't sign up for nothing this damn dumb
Keep your fucking newsletter give
It to another bum
And I know what they're gonna say:
"Here today, and tomorrow he'll be on his way
Ride-out, like he never even planned to stay"
No chance, motherfucker i am cocked and aimed
And on target looking for a bargain
We going for the win cause
The past was a hardship
Scuse me, scuse me no more pardons
Everybody's sentence is death
So stop charging
"Live Free or Die Hard", Bruce Willis said
Sounds good so I'm headed to the Lilith Fair
I'm going in just to kick
It with my women folk
And hopefully I'm coming out
With the women vote
That's a true story, no politics
I need your help cause my
Music ain't polished yet
And probably never will be but
That's a good thing
I'll spit'shine till my amber
Lamps are glistening