Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Throw Away , by - Boondox. Song from the album The Murder, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.03.2017
Record label: Majik Ninja Entertainment
Song language: English
Throw Away |
| A side of whisky, feelin frisky, all the wisdom |
| Wishin that a motherfucker would diss me while I’m tipsy |
| I’m a gypsy with a pissy attitude |
| And my latitude is only 6 degrees from bad mood |
| I’m not a bad dude, just scruffy beard and tattoos |
| And my bad views might seem a little too taboo |
| They only hate me cause my mind’s in the gutter |
| For my filthy fuckin mouth, apologies to my mother |
| For my filthy fuckin flow, no apologies needed |
| For my roots planted in the red clay, deep-seated |
| Yeah I’m heated with a middle finger pointed at the burbs |
| Preacher speakin to the heathens only using two words |
| Fuck you! |
| Oh, I’m just confused |
| And I’ve been used up and thrown away by the world you love again |
| Oh, I’m just like you |
| And I always seem to lose all the games I play |
| With the world you love but I’ll never love that way |
| I got welts from bible belts and closed fists |
| And they wonder why the hell that I’m so pissed |
| And off my rocker like my papa with a twelve gauge |
| Rock salt, poppin ass, some junkie in a driveway |
| Doin it my way, «Fuck em», my philosophy |
| Swingin mahogany at bastards with apostrophes |
| A trailer park heart, Christian in the cul-de-sac |
| White trash delinquent and lookin for a skull to crack |
| I use a pen, it’s just like minutes on a TracFone |
| Confessin, I’m sick of motherfuckers with no back bone |
| I’m not alone, got an army full of heathens |
| They was raised like me and they feelin how I’m feelin |
| Oh, I’m just confused |
| And I’ve been used up and thrown away by the world you love again |
| Oh, I’m just like you |
| And I always seem to lose all the games I play |
| With the world you love but I’ll never love that way |
| No B.C. |
| for me please, I’m okay |
| I see things differently since 08' |
| I might give a fuck, just quit giving a fuck |
| If you ain’t like the shit I spit then you is shit outta luck |
| I might get outta truck with the m2 benelli |
| Buck shot to the belly, through your fuckin pelle pelle |
| I’m a silly hillbilly with a mental condition |
| A backwoods devil, 7th son of perdition |
| A southern tradition, Boondox the scarecrow |
| Georgia to the bone, wicked to the marrow |
| The King of Heathen’s keeps on fiendin for a reason |
| Murder in the sky, it’s the season of the demon |
| Oh, I’m just confused |
| And I’ve been used up and thrown away by the world you love again |
| Oh, I’m just like you |
| And I always seem to lose all the games I play |
| With the world you love but I’ll never love that way |