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You don't even know what fuckin' love is. What is love? Love shit! I love living. It's fun giving, to come with it My son's just like me, I'm not kidding The right kind of wrong for so long; Create and perform, then I'm off and I'm gone Don't I make it look easy or what? Keep talking, I won't interrupt Something about Frame Doesn't allow pain To anger, outrage To ruin his sound wave I don't need a campfire to sit by From the gate, every rhyme, I've been nice Not a fan or a fair-weather friend That'll step on your neck, out to leave when I can No magician when it comes to art I suck at even shuffling a deck of cards I'm distant like a kid being messed with Twisted as a grin from a misfit I sit back and drink it in Hear the snare drum crack like a broken rib, just Concentrate on what you have Chip away everyday building off of that Love is doing. Doing is being neat. If you're neat, you're showing love to a guy! Alright cha? Songtexte Now sit back and drink it in Hear the snare drum crack like a broken rib Just concentrate on what you have Chip away everyday building off of that, cause Rex and I fought for years Without giving up how to express ideas So here's to the ones that no can touch No one can break, no one like us. Trust I am not the guy The hole you crawled out of, go back inside. Don't I Make it look good from afar? The closer you get is when things fall apart The secret to the recipe That's wetting your whistle like a referee, who keeps It going on like he won't ever fold And makes you feel better that you're doing what you're told. Burned out, there's a fire you own And we are the theme song for lighting your dome Bound for glory like Woody Guthrie Showing what love means across the country now Fire! Facing the sun Tired, but we go on. Go on Tired, so we go on. So long Don't I make it look good from afar? The closer you get's when things fall apart The secret to the recipe That's wetting your whistle like a referee Who keeps it going on like he won't ever fold And makes you feel better that you're doing what you're told. Burned out, there's a fire you own And we are the theme song for lighting your dome Bound for glory like Woody Guthrie To show what love means across the country; Whether French, Greek or Portuguese English, Dutch, Thai, or Japanese I started young with the heat of a fastball Beating up records for a needle to scratch on Digging in the crates, vinyl shopping the greats With too many records and not enough space I don't want what you have, need what you need Or forgot who I am, I'm still that emcee Bringing something that's worth your time In a world too busy trying to fuck with mine To impress you is only a lost cause And to impress me, is really the hard part Fire! Facing the sun Tired, but we go on. Go on Tired, so we go on, so long Love shit! Aus Songtexte Mania