blast Hard heads don't get the picture until they see the flash You ain't ballin, you pump faking Till you found in ya trunk naked Four pound to ya crown
ANSWERING all of my prayers N is for KNOWING your loverman's going to be the answer to all of yours Loverman! Till the bitter end While empires burn
of my prayers N is for knowing your loverman's going to Be the answer to all of yours, yeah Loverman, till the bitter end While empires burn down forever
will drown our gods Break down the wall And let another kingdom rise The castle of Olympia Is shaking by the storm The King lost his crown And now the
tearing off the roof of my experimental bathroom it's the only thing that's halfway mine and not for your prying and lying eyes the empire's melting
friend? Everyone I know, Goes away in the end. You could have it all, My empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. I wear this crown
flow, rest in pieces Cause we're dominating, so while they're busy happy just to be nominated son, we give acceptance speeches Takin the crown, front
you Hot dog, I'm walking around with a sour Crown and onions, buns and ketchup mustard, relish Wow I think Ima fart, Everybody Down! I don't want the crown
A prima ballerina, that's what I want to be. When I dance and close my eyes, This is what I see, Chorus White feathers, princess crowns, Satin shoes,
And remove every mark Down to the waterline And with your arms at your sides Turn homeward Over seas, over roads Over burning atolls Hurl your empire's crown
That look a lot like us We dream like lions The dark poles of the weeping trees cradle him close in the heavy breeze. Crumbs for the crows, slow empire
destroy the empire of God With the vision of father Satan "See the flowing blood" for God shall be crucified And heaven shall be nomore With the crown
Tennis shoe strung 'cross the telephone wire The sun creeps up on my empire Tin foil castle, bubble gum crown Me and my minions make the rounds I'm lonely
a long way baby You've come a long way baby You've come a long way baby You've come a long way baby You've come a long way baby Volare, volare, volare She crowned
So just like that you're fucking dead and gone You can only wear a crown of thorns for so long We built an empire and you took the throne But you built
young, dumb and full of vision Like it was religious rituals I made initial decisions I wanted to be a rapper world renown From Minneap to the Bronx Capture girls in crowns
now, God save her majesty, right now, raise the Union Jack Right now, God save Margaret Thatcher, she'll claim our empire back Right now, right now,
always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered star So I'mma fuck all fifty fans Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot All in your grill, wearin' the crown