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coolooloosh - until the day lyrics

[verse 1]
morning lights and high tides from twilight the day cries
to wake man’s eyes the world
air beat’n wind like b+tterflies at the sunrise
through the lies of mankind
with yo that’s my jam on rewind and as notes chime with a thug’s charm
wreckless in harm like politicians with bombs
soldiers clean arms while beggars with empty palms and empty hats
snake eye cr+ps fresh income tax
and let us not forget the vat added traps
so ill
yea son its called bills k!llas home sk!lls and fools play the lotto for mill’s
inspiration i feel it’s the will of the earth
pull’n its never ending cycle and course of course it hurts
but i know not for better or for worst

[chorus]
goes on
streets, the blocks, the crooks, the cops, the highs, the lows, the freaks, the ho’s
the beats, the shows, the guns that blow but now you know
how it all spins on
until it stops

[verse 2]
and its blasted 24 hours a day 7 days a week on fox news
bbc, cnn, abc, nbc, cbs, sky and iba
the broadcast mans uncivilized ass on his greediest task
to raid the fisc and stash the finance they’re bold thieves they rob without a mask
no mugs they laugh crafty and devious the people fall delirious
but i ain’t talk’n about eddie murphy jokes is it all a hoax
not the lifeline of poor folks under yokes

[chorus]
goes on
streets, the blocks, the crooks, the cops, the highs, the lows, the freaks, the ho’s
the beats, the shows, the guns that blow so now you know
it all spins on
until it stops

[post+chorus]
this world be corrupted to the core
beats rhymes and life
this world be corrupted to the core
crooks cops and blocks
this world be corrupted to the core
beats rhymes and life
this world be corrupted to the core
crooks cops and blocks

[verse 3]
but it’s a quick shift like from happy to vexed job stress the joy to the jeer
days plus weeks equal years
nightmares the fears i mean the fears
the tears the pain a process like coca to cocaine & crack
for needles in hay stacks raps that clap through you front shoulder and back to empty all that son

- coolooloosh lyrics

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