Bitter Pill
If you got an itch to catch some havoc.
There’s mayhem in the plastic.
City of La La, I mean the land of holy Zsa Zsa
The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks
Of people like sheep, those with dredlocks
To jocks with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocks
A la café, Bambatta flashy fashion.
Imagine crashing bashes with bitches
That be bad and wishing for the fame
And recognition.
They’re on a mission for self, baby
We’re like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep.
We got the beats that are hot.
Weâ€â
There’s mayhem in the plastic.
City of La La, I mean the land of holy Zsa Zsa
The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks
Of people like sheep, those with dredlocks
To jocks with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocks
A la café, Bambatta flashy fashion.
Imagine crashing bashes with bitches
That be bad and wishing for the fame
And recognition.
They’re on a mission for self, baby
We’re like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep.
We got the beats that are hot.
Weâ€â
Low
A thousand times ive heard them say
What good is this to us anyway
A thousand times i live this day
I listen to words as they float away
And thats what this is all about
A little bit of emptiness put out
A little bit of tragedy,
To make it seem deeper than it should be
Im so low
Even when i see the way is up
Im so low
Even when i lose myself
Im so low
Everything is pushing me back down and i know
Im so low
A thousand prayers ive had to speak
A little bit of help to ease the weak
A thousand steps i never learn
I end up falling with every turn
And thats what this is all about
A little bit of emptiness put out
A little bit of tragedy
To make it seem deeper than it could be
I live once
I give once
I am stuck
Where is love