Too Far Gone - Neighborhood Junta (Spank Mix)
It's only incidental and its far from idealI'm brimmin' with passion and I'm burnin' with zeal
A one man mission, from Madrid to Kiev
A hired assassin, you'll get stuck with a shiv
Loyal like Pagoda but more haggard than Merle
Make the party jump then I'll take home your girl
But it's never enough and I'm not satisfied
Do you want the truth or is it better I lied
Why you questionin' Willis, don't you know what you've seen
A madman genius with a gift I'm supreme
Livin' life to the fullest, maxed out to the tilt
Gonna go down in flames, there's no way I could wilt
Always over the top, out of my mind and extreme
Life is my movie and I'm in every scene
As I tug my boat and I fall on my knees
The seconds wash over me like waves in the sea - dig it
Give me two minutes with this mic that I wield
Articulatin' my message, we ain't cows in the field
Did he have passion or stuck on the couch
Amazonian jungles in his heart and his mouth
I'm a certain trumpet I won't falter or fade
You don't like what say, but I'm still gettin' laid
Took a little time off and I slept walked a bit
But now I'm rollin' with the Junta and we droppin' these hits
Do me a favor, tattoo my name on your ass
You ain't figured it out, well you probably ain't asked
Your dream is wild, it's a ridiculous plan
Others ask why, but hey, they're stuck in the sand
If the inner landscapes are barren and dull
Throw away the keys-just walk on awhile
If you can't keep up, then take off your legs
Centipedes got a hundred but they get in the way - dig it
Now we're up in the club where we break it on down
Feed on the bottom and talk over the sound
When the bottom drops out, I fall through the floor
And when the dreams run out, better head for the door
Vision is gone and your imagery's trite
Dead to the world man there ain't no rewrites
The connection is strong but we're alone it seems
Occupy the mind with commercialized means
What's wrong is right and it's all kind of gray
The days are getting' older and its harder to say
Store bought vision, how can you fail
You think you blazed a path call the highway your trail
The world's been trampeled and we severed its head
Talkin' 'bout adventure but adventure is dead
We're all wearin' down, time's runnin' the deal
Whatchu gonna do, fuck how do you feel
Come on
Written by:
Justin Draft
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