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charlie hayley - dead presidents lyrics

[verse 1: alex haylee]
smokin sawdust, word to calvin broadus
tryin to p-ss cl-sses, and look at where it brought us
about to graduate with no goal in sight
tried to hold on to hope but the b-tch took flight
out the open window
to kids who got new nintendo
wii’s for the birthday
while we sit and earth gaze
because the stars are too far away
save my ambitions for another day
because ambitions are for people who were destined for success
supportive parents raised them and with they’re money they dressed
and that left the rest to a life of smoking cess
unsure what to do, what steps to take next
well for me, the path is clear
buy some new clothes, cut my hair
and fly to a different city, start anew
i’m not leaving behind a girl or no crew
just a tool in old shoes telling me i’ll be never be sh-t
well guess what father, i know you really mean it
and tell you what, i mean it too
when i say you don’t know how much i hate you, fool

[hook: nas]
presidents to represent me
i’m out for presidents to represent me
i’m out for dead f-ckin’ presidents to represent me

[verse 2: izzy blue]
my body’s turning cold and blue while trying to get over you
i’m lying naked in the snow trying to catch some form of flu
preferably the swine, your eyes, they lock on mine
inside, my heart divides, besides, i told you lies
because i know i’m self destructive
lost in this world where evil is your -ssumption
if you take a look at my face, punch drunk, i’m billie mays
pitching these ideas about how and when is best to lace
your drink with poison
devil creeps, that’s poised sin
in a jeep, i’m pointing
out the park i’m haunting
with nothing but a basketball
give me yours, i ask for all
because there’s a knife inside my pocket
jacking your phone so you can’t call
whoever you were going to, especially the boys in blue
my specialty is cordon bleu, cook it till the gasket blew
then fire up and ash a fool
kick your -ss, you little mule
my mental state is pitiful, it’s probably from residual
self-inflicted damage, it’s fear i cannot manage
these tears i cannot stifle, through these cabinets i rifle
till i find one and c-ck it, aim it at my brain and knock it
through the side of my head, i gasp and fall on the bed
the failed life i led
caused me to shoot it, i’m dead

- charlie hayley lyrics

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