The other night I got arrested by the carma police, and beat down. And didn't bother waitin' for me recipt, lowered my feet and hit town.
They say what goes around, comes around, and I have found that thats real. Cause even with a stomache filled with chill pills, I still feel ill.
The other night I got arrested by the Carma Coppers, and tossed in the back of a sarcastic pattywagon, and beaten bloody, buddy.
And I didn't resist, I knew I had it comin' to me, and didn't get pissed when they issued the summits to me. For years, and years an ear affected ignorance, and peers, and peers that listened so well.
And for tears, and tears I tasted for the influence, im still here on thie pier, for fear of settin' sail. Evidence proved I let paranoia get the best of me. I gave my girl a little, and let my friends recive the rest of me. So here I am with nothin' empty pockets, 20 stock tips, a stick of gum, and far too many dreams of havin' somthin, so this is for the frogs that felt the wrath of my firecrackers, and all the roached that I stomped with no reguard, and all the candy that got stolen from the corner store, im really sorry, being human's kinda hard.
I got arrested by the Carma Police, and beat down. And didn't bother waiting for my recipt, I lowered my feet, and skipped town. They say what goes around, comes around, and I have found that that's real. Cause even with a stomache filled with chill pills, I still feel ill.
Okay, okay, okay this is what I get, I mean no disrespect, but ill accept these charges, you can keep your bleed bargains, pardoned. I made this machine, and every rusty cock thats in it, and gave you the dreams, just wait a cotton pickin' minute. The time, the time, left over on my dinner plate, the crimes, the crimes, committed as a youth. Im fine, im fine, just let me re-evaluate, im innosent, dont belive me? Well, heres the proof.
I've been that model citizen, paper route, and all. Small to look obscouraged, and tall enough to play basketball, I had to fall just to stand and realize, im just a man.
So here I am in handcuffs, this shit that makes a man tough, so this is for the farmers, that me and Matt soaked with our water guns, and all the animals that died cause we we're bored. And all the girls with broken hearts, im truly sorry, I learned my lesson im confessin', hit record.
I got arrested by the Carma Police, and beat down. And didnt bother waiting for my recipt, I lowered my feet and skipped town. They say what goes around, and I have found that that's real. Cause even with a stomache filled with chill pills, I still feel ill. [x2]
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They say what goes around, comes around, and I have found that thats real. Cause even with a stomache filled with chill pills, I still feel ill.
The other night I got arrested by the Carma Coppers, and tossed in the back of a sarcastic pattywagon, and beaten bloody, buddy.
And I didn't resist, I knew I had it comin' to me, and didn't get pissed when they issued the summits to me. For years, and years an ear affected ignorance, and peers, and peers that listened so well.
And for tears, and tears I tasted for the influence, im still here on thie pier, for fear of settin' sail. Evidence proved I let paranoia get the best of me. I gave my girl a little, and let my friends recive the rest of me. So here I am with nothin' empty pockets, 20 stock tips, a stick of gum, and far too many dreams of havin' somthin, so this is for the frogs that felt the wrath of my firecrackers, and all the roached that I stomped with no reguard, and all the candy that got stolen from the corner store, im really sorry, being human's kinda hard.
I got arrested by the Carma Police, and beat down. And didn't bother waiting for my recipt, I lowered my feet, and skipped town. They say what goes around, comes around, and I have found that that's real. Cause even with a stomache filled with chill pills, I still feel ill.
Okay, okay, okay this is what I get, I mean no disrespect, but ill accept these charges, you can keep your bleed bargains, pardoned. I made this machine, and every rusty cock thats in it, and gave you the dreams, just wait a cotton pickin' minute. The time, the time, left over on my dinner plate, the crimes, the crimes, committed as a youth. Im fine, im fine, just let me re-evaluate, im innosent, dont belive me? Well, heres the proof.
I've been that model citizen, paper route, and all. Small to look obscouraged, and tall enough to play basketball, I had to fall just to stand and realize, im just a man.
So here I am in handcuffs, this shit that makes a man tough, so this is for the farmers, that me and Matt soaked with our water guns, and all the animals that died cause we we're bored. And all the girls with broken hearts, im truly sorry, I learned my lesson im confessin', hit record.
I got arrested by the Carma Police, and beat down. And didnt bother waiting for my recipt, I lowered my feet and skipped town. They say what goes around, and I have found that that's real. Cause even with a stomache filled with chill pills, I still feel ill. [x2]
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