Charlie Hayley - Dead Presidents lyrics

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Charlie Hayley - Dead Presidents lyrics

[Verse 1: Alex Haylee] Smokin sawdust, word to Calvin Broadus Tryin to pa** cla**es, and look at where it brought us About to graduate with no goal in sight Tried to hold on to hope but the b**h took flight Out the open window To kids who got new Nintendo Wii's for the birthday While we sit and earth gaze Because the stars are too far away Save my ambitions for another day Because ambitions are for people who were destined for success Supportive parents raised them and with they're money they dressed And that left the rest to a life of smoking cess Unsure what to do, what steps to take next Well for me, the path is clear Buy some new clothes, cut my hair And fly to a different city, start anew I'm not leaving behind a girl or no crew Just a tool in old shoes telling me I'll be never be sh** Well guess what father, I know you really mean it And tell you what, I mean it too When I say you don't know how much I hate you, fool [Hook: Nas] Presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead f**in' presidents to represent me [Verse 2: Izzy Blue] My body's turning cold and blue while trying to get over you I'm lying naked in the snow trying to catch some form of flu Preferably the swine, your eyes, they lock on mine Inside, my heart divides, besides, I told you lies Because I know I'm self destructive Lost in this world where evil is your a**umption If you take a look at my face, punch drunk, I'm Billie mays Pitching these ideas about how and when is best to lace Your drink with poison Devil creeps, that's poised sin In a jeep, I'm pointing Out the park I'm haunting With nothing but a basketball Give me yours, I ask for all Because there's a knife inside my pocket Jacking your phone so you can't call Whoever you were going to, especially the boys in blue My specialty is cordon bleu, cook it till the gasket blew Then fire up and ash a fool Kick your a**, you little mule My mental state is pitiful, it's probably from residual Self-inflicted damage, It's fear I cannot manage These tears I cannot stifle, through these cabinets I rifle Till I find one and co*k it, aim it at my brain and knock it Through the side of my head, I gasp and fall on the bed The failed life I led Caused me to shoot it, I'm dead