4TH STREET
He payed me on on 4th street
Said make me afford three
Wait, whatever times four, please
But guess I'm late
Whatever the lord means
Windows tinned you can't see the villain
When I'm just really tryna keep this feeling
Just partially seen that they keep refilling
And I ain't been seen near the building
Call me misfit, don't get it twisted
Best believe it wasn't scripted
It seemed so sweet, they call me gifted
I must be aided by a liquid
When there's money they wanna have it
And people tend to show their facets
In a room that's full of clouds, just to see who grabs the basket
See who masked it, pack for breakfast
Whatever I've seen, wont talk to a casket
They almost as bad, as bad as their tactics
Could have just have went, attempt to redact it
At least the Porsche has got a few horses
I roll me the finest and cone it to torches,
To ease up my mind, I light up remorseless
I couldn't listen I couldn't afford it
I smoke out of boredom, gon' smoke till I'm forty
Guess he came, to pay me on fourth street
Whatever I wished but I said times four please (But I said times four please)
Or at least to afford three
Gone in a lobby, got something to worry
Been minutes too late, like still it's a hobby
Just part, just part, just part and just part
Gon' ever be sorry
I waited my minute I ain't gotta worry
They hardly keep limits, lose parts of the story
Guess some fairytales miss glory
But I won't have another worry
Need this thing called humanbeingness
Since everybody's being less
Can't sleep or rest, I seem obsessed
And you can't even see the stress
So deep I rest, won't keep a guest
It's me too deep on Peters' quest
Can't sleep for weeks it's keeps me timid
Just hope my card ain't got no limit
I'm a martian, I'm gon' bargain, I'm Charles Darwin, in my jargon, ask a parson
But please pardon, I couldn't garnish my disharmony
I crossed a line well, well there's the margin
Damn I couldn't even park it
Wait a minute, I need to spark it
It lit me up but it was arson
At least the Porsche has got a few horses
I roll me the finest and cone it to torches
To ease up my mind, I light up remorseless
I couldn't listen I couldn't afford it
I smoke out of boredom, gon' smoke till I'm forty
Guess he came, to pay me on fourth street
Whatever I wished but I said times four please but I said times four please
Or at least to afford three
Said make me afford three
Wait, whatever times four, please
But guess I'm late
Whatever the lord means
Windows tinned you can't see the villain
When I'm just really tryna keep this feeling
Just partially seen that they keep refilling
And I ain't been seen near the building
Call me misfit, don't get it twisted
Best believe it wasn't scripted
It seemed so sweet, they call me gifted
I must be aided by a liquid
When there's money they wanna have it
And people tend to show their facets
In a room that's full of clouds, just to see who grabs the basket
See who masked it, pack for breakfast
Whatever I've seen, wont talk to a casket
They almost as bad, as bad as their tactics
Could have just have went, attempt to redact it
At least the Porsche has got a few horses
I roll me the finest and cone it to torches,
To ease up my mind, I light up remorseless
I couldn't listen I couldn't afford it
I smoke out of boredom, gon' smoke till I'm forty
Guess he came, to pay me on fourth street
Whatever I wished but I said times four please (But I said times four please)
Or at least to afford three
Gone in a lobby, got something to worry
Been minutes too late, like still it's a hobby
Just part, just part, just part and just part
Gon' ever be sorry
I waited my minute I ain't gotta worry
They hardly keep limits, lose parts of the story
Guess some fairytales miss glory
But I won't have another worry
Need this thing called humanbeingness
Since everybody's being less
Can't sleep or rest, I seem obsessed
And you can't even see the stress
So deep I rest, won't keep a guest
It's me too deep on Peters' quest
Can't sleep for weeks it's keeps me timid
Just hope my card ain't got no limit
I'm a martian, I'm gon' bargain, I'm Charles Darwin, in my jargon, ask a parson
But please pardon, I couldn't garnish my disharmony
I crossed a line well, well there's the margin
Damn I couldn't even park it
Wait a minute, I need to spark it
It lit me up but it was arson
At least the Porsche has got a few horses
I roll me the finest and cone it to torches
To ease up my mind, I light up remorseless
I couldn't listen I couldn't afford it
I smoke out of boredom, gon' smoke till I'm forty
Guess he came, to pay me on fourth street
Whatever I wished but I said times four please but I said times four please
Or at least to afford three
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Writer(s): Magnus Georg Maurer
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