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• Artiste: Mike Capone
• Titre: Running Thru My Mind
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I told you this would fucking happen don't be so suprised just count your fucking stars, you're still alive aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes I've still got you running through my mind Stop! Heyyyyyy Fuck it Mayday! Crazy mother fucker coming at you like an A-K any which way, but loose- for the throwdown Mike Capone in 'yo town' shit's about to go down those clowns- fucking weed hounds, with the brown bud never get no love, dubs for the slugs flood the streets and the sewer, baby we just gonna move ya turn you back into another way of life living some new shit ah push it push it good now you done made me roll up in your neighborhood with a car load-a- crazy ass- delinquent no-good, drunk & crunk 'bats in the trunk' kids baby you've got to be crazy what's been happening lately? I haven't seen, or even heard from you in so fucking long guess we finished what you started time for mom and dad to mourn mutha fucka I told you this would fucking happen don't be so suprised just count your fucking stars, you're still alive aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes I've still got you running through my mind I told you this would fucking happen don't be so suprised just count your fucking stars, you're still alive aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes I've still got you running through my mind Stop! Hey! Fuck it I say...put away the guns, and see who walks away from the most electrifying ass-whippin' dippin' through Kentucky, now you should've been lookin' and I tried to tell you tried to warn you soon somebody is bound to mourn you horns blew then the trumpets, jumped and stuck on the melody alone, it should-a told you move the fuck on you insisted on hating all along my patience ran out long before this song came upon me in a daze in a faded, clouded maze of chronic I'll hit you quicker than Gin & fuckin' Tonic, if you want it my 3 track demo alone's a fuckin' b0mb threat I'll fuck around and have your record company neglect everything you started doing as I ruin with my tunes of fucking doom, and no illusions, soon the world will beat the boom from the... I told you this would fucking happen don't be so suprised just count your fucking stars, you're still alive aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes I've still got you running through my mind I told you this would fucking happen don't be so suprised just count your fucking stars, you're still alive aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes I've still got you running through my mind I'm thinking these fucked up thoughts again I wish there was a way to make this end believe in the reasons of me in this grieving misery-scene of a murder in the first degree could it be that I'm free to receive you? in these times of trouble I freeze, and release you you're through. I told you this would fucking happen don't be so suprised just count your fucking stars, you're still alive aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes I've still got you running through my mind I told you this would fucking happen don't be so suprised just count your fucking stars, you're still alive aside from my guitar, piano, sex, and writing rhymes I've still got you running through my mind