Waiting for the End / Until it Breaks(Live)
This is something for your people
- This is something for your people
- On the block to black out and rock to
- Give you whatcha need like papa who shot ya
- Separate the weak from the obscure
- Lead your meek I creep hard on imposters
- And switch styles on the dime quick witted ya'll quit tripping
- I don't have time for your crying
- I grind tough sucka make your mind up
- Are you in the firing squad or are you in the line-up
- Bang bang little monkey man playing
- With the big guns will only
- Get you slain and I ain't playing
- I'm just saying you ain't gotta sliver of a chance
- I get iller I deliver
- While you quiver in your pants
- So shake shake down money here's the break down
- You can play the bank I'ma play the bank take down
- And no mistakes now I'm coming to getcha
- I'm just a banksy you're a brainwash get the picture
- Like that that that that thatthat
- I say one fist up like this
- This is not the end this is not the beginning
- Just a voice like a riot rocking every remission
- Once you listen to the tone in a violent rhythm
- And all the words sound steady so nobody forget 'em
- Say yeah with fists flying up in the air
- Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there
- 'Cuz we're living at the mercy of the painted riviere
- Until we get it forget it let it all disappear
- Waiting for the end to come
- Wishing I had strength to stand
- This is not what I had planned
- It's out of my control
- Flying at the speed of light
- Thoughts were spinning in my head
- So many things were left unsaid
- It's hard to let you go
- I know what it takes to move on
- I know how it feels to lie
- All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
- Holding on to what I haven't got
- Sitting in an empty room
- Trying to forget the past
- This was never meant to last
- I wish it wasn't so
- I know what it takes to move on
- I know how it feels to lie
- All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
- Holding on to what I haven't got
- Yo yo what was that when I thought it was done
- I thought it felt right but the right was wrong
- All caught up in the eye of the storm
- And trying to figure out what it's like moving on
- And I don't even know what kind of things I said
- My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
- So picking up the pieces now where to begin
- The hardest part of that is starting again go
- All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
- Holding on to what I haven't got
- This is not the end this is not the beginning
- Just a voice like a riot rocking every remission
- Once you listen to the tone in a violent rhythm
- And all the words sound steady so nobody forget 'em
- Say yeah with fists flying up in the air
- Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there
- 'Cuz we're living at the mercy of the painted riviere
- Until we get it forget it let it all disappear
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