Hey kid, your gonna get old
Your not gonna be a center fold
Better blow up
Better get rich
Better make that beat explode.
Hey kid, that college degree
Its ain't gonna beat back poverty
Tough kid
Its a rough world
Better be making that beat explode
People cheer, and people jeer, and
Sometimes they may act in fear but
Everybody now, shakes their body yeah
Its hypnotic groove between the stale life.
You cant make rockets, but you can make souls.
Catch the wind and make that beat explode!
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Like...munchies man...Im starving...
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The voice in my head doesn't control me... But he has some good ideas...
When Hell is too full, The Damned shall walk the Earth
Maybe if my signature is witty enough, someone will finally love me.
When Hell is too full, The Damned shall walk the Earth
Maybe if my signature is witty enough, someone will finally love me.