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the paxtons - hanging lyrics

[dave]
too many n-ggas died by hanging for me to die by banging, good point
maybe if you let me die on a hanger i wouldn’t be terrorizing the neighbors, good choice
f-ck school, too many in one cl-ssroom. i’d rather be hitting l!cks in the bathroom
mama boyfriend said he’ll be back soon. never did so this work gon flip
now the folks got work and my mama check short. say a prayer for the mothers of the n-ggas i’ve smoked
and the smokers of the rock and the snorters of the blow. til the world blow up, this is all i know
this is all i know. this is all i know. this is all i know. go

[chorus]
sometimes its seems to me that i, i must’ve born hanging out
and i must’ve been conceived hanging out. and i probably incubated hanging out
and i know i’m gonna die by hanging. and i know i’m gonna die by hanging
and i know i’m gonna die by hanging. and i know i’m gonna die by hanging

[dave]
so we hang by a string on the same light fixture and chain that swings
in the same old closet we hang our things; our jeans, our worst nightmares, our dreams
see, i could die by hanging. air slowly leak while i’m strangling
airs on my feet while i’m sw-nging. dead on that street where they raised him
and i’ll do it all again, for a chance at a whip, or a chain, or a brand
when i’m gone another lil n-gga become a man on the white folks land, yeah thats that slave sh-t
d-mn thats the same sh-t. d-mn thats the same sh-t. d-mn thats the same sh-t. d-mn

[chorus]

[chris]
push a n-gga and i’m swinging. pull it and i’m banging. ten toes down til my timbs is dangling
hanging from a telephone line on sangamon. the game has been the only thing a n-gga was raised up in
so it ain’t a thang for a n-gga to raise up and pull that nina out and let that motherf-cker rang
and if i let her sang, a n-gga gon hang. strange fruit, blood at the leaves, blood at the root
blood all on the tree of my timberland boot. f-ck em, i’ll cop another pair, might cop two
d-mn shame how many pair a n-gga ran through. not a shooter but a n-gga gotta move how he move
to keep from gettin cornered by the blocks and the corners that we outchea running. yeah, we running whether from or to
so choose. you a goner or you gunning. either way i’m the n-gga on your nighttime news

[chorus]

[chris]
wish the world would leave me alone, let me zone out in my head
come on let’s roll. let’s roll. let’s roll. let’s roll
oh lady don’t blow my high. especially when you don’t know my life
don’t know my life. so don’t blow my high. don’t blow my high. don’t blow my high
3x

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