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the palmer squares - only living lyrics

[hook: term k]
everybody given their own beginning of time
everybody missing is only hidden behind
everybody listening only listening live
everybody living is only living to die
i’m only living to die, only living die (4x)
i’m only living to die

[verse 1: term k]
i doesn’t have time for this sh-t
ain’t never had time for this sh-t
sometimes i cry like a b-tch and pretend that my eye got an itch
hop in the whip and let’s ride
i’m on some criminal minds
f-ck all that limited time sh-t, i live infinity lives
i didn’t ask for yo’ money, i’m sick of asking for money
i’m sick of being n-body, i’m sick of having n-body
i’m sick of being so dumb, i’m sick of them being dumber
in the winter we slumber ’til the indian summer
we getting mentally challenged
leaning then left you unbalanced
put yo’ -ss to the gas please b-tch, i’m emptying gallons
sho’ we smoking the purp, police smoking the perp
holy smokes homie, i’m so mediocre it hurts
lord, the streets are so vicious
law don’t need your permission
y’all whole team full of bishes
y’all gon’ sleep with the fishes
tell her empty the cash register, empty the cache
empty the ash tray, better empty the trash
better move with the movement
get some proof and then prove it
recruit the troops, get in tune with the music
been a muse for amus-m-nt, sniffing caine with a nose bleed
finna make sure i don’t leave any room for improvement

[verse 2: ac-mental]
my sh-t is dumb, i say so what?
get it done when i show up
hit and run, i got no love so your lips are gonna get sewed shut
i’m just living to die
sick of talking myself out of quitting and sitting inside
i admit i’m a little bit high, a brilliant mind blind to civility
i’m head over heels, hoes kick their heels over their heads
bullsh-t, you ain’t getting a deal
your whole clique’s mediocre at best
show biz got me holding my cards
i’m keeping them close to the vest
i’m feeling napolean-esque
so you need to know i’m in charge
i screw betty boop in a bentley coupe
like hurray for me and to h-ll with you
man, it’s plain to see i’m collecting loot
got an eighth of weed and a twelfth of brew
wrist rocket, no roley on
criss-cross you like goldie hawn
say “holy cow, wow, oh my god!”
i’m bringing hip-hop back to the odium
i feel like a million bucks
i really ain’t giving no f-cks
been living it up for a living
a party of one at the crib in a tux
i’ve risen above the meridian
i’ve sunken below the surface
definition of dunce and of idiot
these songs are my only purpose
now i’m buckling under the strain
i’m stuck in a rut every day
i’m jumping in front of a train for the fun of it
comfortably numb in the pain
stumbling stray but i come right back
in fact, no more running away
front on my gang and i’ll puncture your jugular vein
with the cut homie whadda ya say?
fit as a fiddle, i’ve sung in the rain
i’ve fumbled the ball, yeah
i’ve swung and i’ve missed
yo, once and for all, you dummies ain’t f-cking with this
i’m earning my keep, you’re certain to circle the drain
i’ve been working to further my reach
so you should be learning my name

- the palmer squares lyrics

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