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Hurry Up and Wait
Check it, Uhh Most of Life is so Hurry up and Wait That's why I love making love on the first date If you're a slut I'm a slut, O.K. So tell them sluts you slut around but slut don't hate!
Life is so Hurry up and Wait Like a city bus driver with the attitude that's late In rush hour traffic While they're standing room only My job sucks too Kill the attitude homie
Life is so Hurry up and Wait That starving artist shit died in 08 I run with the sincere type, no fakes And we work like a fixed gear bike, no brakes! Man I'm as cold as they come If I was holding a gun I'd shoot a hole in the sun And go ape shit bananas No opposable thumbs After the bread Hansel and gretel Leave a road full of crumbs
Life is so Hurry up and Wait Man I feel like I'm Thirty Fucking Eight I dress like I'm Eighteen still But I act like I can't be killed If I keep Rushin' man I could be called a Communist I break speed limits, and laws and all my promises But not on purpose man I'm flawed just like all of us And I never paid but keep yelling that god is ominous He never answers So I say I'm agnostic Fuck a swagger jacker man I'm so swagnostic Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I might of accost them Make em put on a costume Or put some thought of what it cost em Whenever I come across em
If I'm not the future of the west Then the West has no future I've met these media darlings And they're all a bunch of losers Living with their mommas Dressing like their Idols Wifing up the groupies And getting suicidal Like Sean Kingston Why the same chicks are in my living room Shot drinking with their twats leaking And me I'm just trying to hook my neighbor up Man It get's annoying like a paper cut
But Life is so Hurry up and Wait Fuck it I might as well kill em off and ate Or release 6 mile Like a race track 9 At a feast fixed night With him squirming vermin Leeches mice rats and fleas With an upper lip Stiff like an atrophy These cats asleep Passioned eased Snicker helping fashion Fiends jacking off With the jacket sleeves Acid please When did all the passion leave?
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