Blue Eyes Ultimate (Remastered) Lyrics

Hectic as I can be

A marvel like I'm Stan Lee

Lookin for the dough

Like I was plottin on Bambi

Damn he

Doesn't really ask for much

Just a bit out of touch

He wishes that he could trust folks

Been out of luck

Still treated em with the utmost

Respect, need to hit the Motherfuckin reset

Button on the world

And load up one of the presets

I play too much

Like it's motherfuckin recess

Go up in ya church

Replace the priest with a priestess

Thesis is

That I don't know what I'm doin

And if you're an influence

You better keep it congruent

And do it like you're affluent

You gotta fuck with the movement

And get into it to view it

And realize you can pursue it

Investigate, Nancy Drew it

And get it stuck like you glued it

I'm runnin out of the beat

And these lyrics are fuckin stupid

Got the hidden trap card

Fightin in the backyard

Cats woop ya ass

Set fire to the squad cars

At large

Now bustin' out the surprise rap

Glad wrap

Run up in ya house with the bad cat

Babycat

Somethin like Baghdad in '03

That's how my mind feels

Runnin through a mine field

In high heels

But that really ain't the move

So I

Drink a lot so I could

Go to sleep soon, I

Live my life like I don't care

Gung Ho

Pretty fuckin dumb

But it's also pretty fun though

Some don't know

That our time's runnin out fast

So I do funny shit

To keep myself from feeling bad

An odd way to live

But it's pretty rad

And it stay pretty dope with the

Babycat

Sometimes I write dumb shit

When I'm sad

Jaxon, Tyler, and Todd

Run up in the studio

Makin hot shit

Get the message like Mercutio

Shakespeare reference

Probably learn that shit in skoolio

Jam til we're hungry

Then we go and get some foodio

Movin Os

Just like the spoon in ya Cheerios

Got the armor on

Now we moving like imperials

There we go

Trained for the motherfuckin'

Bloodshed

Melee specialists

We don't even need to pump lead

Go ahead, smoke me

That's what the bud said

Fuck feds man

ACAB til I'm undead

Drum heads

Never seen a beatin like this

Been here for a while

Now I gotta take a piss

Got blood on the jeans

Got blood on the fists

Got the shackles of society

Stuck up on my wrists

Sayin shit like that

Probably got me on a list

But what can they do to me

I don't even exist