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Correct Pompeiii Lyrics
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[Verse 1: Marcus Orelias] You gon' wave pom poms or you gon' play? [Censored] is the regime So I'm pompous screaming "Pompeiii" with three "i"s You got three eyes, Antlionnn got three "n"s But the other two after "n". Silent So when we come for you, you won't see no end It's inert, invert Dust we kick up leaving competition in dirt or covered [dirt sfx] Hands on her ass, hands on the wheel, hands on a deal Hands on your emotions when I pen a track Cause it's how you feel See it in their eyes floating in the sky But I'm tryna touch lives at the same damn time Here's the guidelines on when we grind Broads gon' hawk when we get some shine Closet fans gon' hide then pretend like they been ready to ride White pants, black top - gettin' paid since black tops in eighth grade Got me looking like an 80s d-boy; stacking bricks - playing tetris In the Temple of Jupiter to the house of this poet The goal is, do it like Pink Floyd sell out the amphitheater So the world can hear... [Pre-Hook: Marcus Orelias and Ray Hurd as The Mysterious Man] An eruption happened midday When a priestess saw my life and said a prophecy Spoke the salvation back into my entity Destructive paths are for those of uncertainty [Hook] You say Rome wasn't build in one day We don't want that, we want Pompeiii Pompeiii (x5) We don't want that, we want Pompeiii [Outro: Marcus Orelias] How many deathbeds? How many astrologers? How many philosophers? How many warriors? How many tyrants? After abusing the power of life and death atrociously, as if they were Themselves immortal How many whole cities have met their end? Like Helike, Pompeii, Herculaneum, and countless others One who laid out another for burial, and was buried himself, and then the Man who buried him - all in the same short space of time In short, know this: Human lives are brief and trivial Yesterday a blob of semen; tomorrow embalming fluid, ash To pass through this brief life as nature demands. To give it up without Complaint. Like an olive that ripens and falls Praising its mother, thanking the tree it grew on
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