South Park Mexican - "Land Of The Lost" lyrics
*** Complimentary Land Of The Lost Ringtone ***
(South Park Mexican:)
He was the son of a dope man,
What he saw was what he learned
He left school, now it's finally his turn
To rob and steal, but he feels
He needs to stop and chill
'Cause deep in his heart
He knows that God is real
Mama still tries, to open his eyes
'Cause the way a man lives
Is the way a man dies
His father's doin' twenty five to life
'Cause the love of money
Cuts like a knife
Blinding lights, he doesn't
Know which way to go
His best friend just got killed two days ago
He writes his Dad
The first letter that he ever wrote
A little note, about how bad
His heart was broke
Before the mail, could even
Reach his jail cell
The boy was murdered
At a neighbourhood hotel
Sellin' wholesale, just like his
Pop taught him
Rock bottom, a muthaf***in' cop shot him
CHORUS:
(Marilyn Rylander:)
We always will
Remember you
We always will
Have love for you
A taste of life
And now your gone
You found a life
In the land of the lost
(South Park Mexican:)
They met when they was teenagers,
Around the tenth grade
She fell in love
And now he wants to get paid
He convinced her to work
At the buck naked
And everything she made
Dancing he would take it
He was the son of a dope man,
What he saw was what he learned
He left school, now it's finally his turn
To rob and steal, but he feels
He needs to stop and chill
'Cause deep in his heart
He knows that God is real
Mama still tries, to open his eyes
'Cause the way a man lives
Is the way a man dies
His father's doin' twenty five to life
'Cause the love of money
Cuts like a knife
Blinding lights, he doesn't
Know which way to go
His best friend just got killed two days ago
He writes his Dad
The first letter that he ever wrote
A little note, about how bad
His heart was broke
Before the mail, could even
Reach his jail cell
The boy was murdered
At a neighbourhood hotel
Sellin' wholesale, just like his
Pop taught him
Rock bottom, a muthaf***in' cop shot him
CHORUS:
(Marilyn Rylander:)
We always will
Remember you
We always will
Have love for you
A taste of life
And now your gone
You found a life
In the land of the lost
(South Park Mexican:)
They met when they was teenagers,
Around the tenth grade
She fell in love
And now he wants to get paid
He convinced her to work
At the buck naked
And everything she made
Dancing he would take it
She got a fake ID and a club license
A second life, that she
Had to live in silence
At seventeen, she got the strength
To finally leave him
That's when she met the demon
It was a cold murder, he made sure
That he really hurt her
Over dumb sh*t, but he had
To take it further
Circumstances that led to last dances
She hit the canvas, now she at Saint Frances
Six o' clock services,
Feel the nervousness
Of having to look at death perfectless
I'm smokin' roaches burnin'
The sh*t out my fingers
Rememberin' the words
Of the church choir singers
Repeat chorus
(South Park Mexican:)
Another Mexican gangbanger
Set tripper, wig splitter
A trigger happy ditch digger
Itchy finger quick to blast upon a rival
Vida loca, another word for suicidal
Same color of skin,
But different color rags
Browns puttin' browns up in body bags
Every two or three streets is a different clique
They got no love for
Themselves so they livin' sick
For centuries we been fillin' penitentaries
It's plain to see,
We're our worst enemy
The smartest,
Most talented of the raza
Is all dead or doin' time
For a f***in' Tronza
Geniuses, all dyin' meaningless
'Cause they can't find
A way to break free from this
Needless to say,
The gangsta that I speak of
G-Love, is layin' in a
Grave that he dug
Repeat chorus twice
A second life, that she
Had to live in silence
At seventeen, she got the strength
To finally leave him
That's when she met the demon
It was a cold murder, he made sure
That he really hurt her
Over dumb sh*t, but he had
To take it further
Circumstances that led to last dances
She hit the canvas, now she at Saint Frances
Six o' clock services,
Feel the nervousness
Of having to look at death perfectless
I'm smokin' roaches burnin'
The sh*t out my fingers
Rememberin' the words
Of the church choir singers
Repeat chorus
(South Park Mexican:)
Another Mexican gangbanger
Set tripper, wig splitter
A trigger happy ditch digger
Itchy finger quick to blast upon a rival
Vida loca, another word for suicidal
Same color of skin,
But different color rags
Browns puttin' browns up in body bags
Every two or three streets is a different clique
They got no love for
Themselves so they livin' sick
For centuries we been fillin' penitentaries
It's plain to see,
We're our worst enemy
The smartest,
Most talented of the raza
Is all dead or doin' time
For a f***in' Tronza
Geniuses, all dyin' meaningless
'Cause they can't find
A way to break free from this
Needless to say,
The gangsta that I speak of
G-Love, is layin' in a
Grave that he dug
Repeat chorus twice
*** Complimentary Land Of The Lost Ringtone ***
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