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off dandelions
Assuming roles from nursery rhymes
Rested on the riverbank
And grew up by and by, and grew up by and by
Frail my heart apart
fall for you?
Fallin' for all the lies, alibies
That you said
Left me holding on by the last thread

Stop, stare, and watch me burn
Someday it will
I fall for you?
Fallin' for all the lies, alibis
That you said
Left me holding on by the last thread

Stop, stare, and watch me burn
Someday it
feel better

Somebody from my heart sang
I could turn off and never wake up
And everything's clear, my breath made like-steam fake
Feel better
Fallin
like I was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore

I
in love with you
Well junk's pilin' up
Takin' up space

My eyes feel
Like they're fallin' off my face
Sweat fallin' down
I'm starin' at the floor

I'm
like I was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore

I
feel better

Somebody from my heart sang
I could turn off and never wake up
And everything's clear, my breath made like-steam fake
Feel better
Fallin
Sun gettin' heavy and the night is fallin'
Phone ringin' it's a good time callin'
Old truck slicked up shinin' like a rhinestone

Takin' off like
the proud

Well, the leaves are rustlin' in the wood, things are fallin' off of the shelf
Leaves are rustlin' in the wood, things are fallin' off the shelf
some wet-wash out to dry
By the time the kids got up
I could look them in the eye
You've gone away, you've gone away
How will I get though the day?
Look at me I'm fallin'
Off of a cliff now
I can still hear my mama yelling No No No
But the words mean nothing

Can't catch up to me now
playin' the grooves
That me and you like to bounce to
We rollin' man, on skates for sure
A gang of homies in the corner on the dance floor
Got the skate
have seen you fallin' through the door
When no one would even help you off the floor

You dyed your hair, you read Bukowski now and live by every word
anybody over there fallin' off
I didn't think so he tryed to wink yo
ain't nobody here takin' my rank so chill
or you're gonna force my hand on the floor
and cock the booty, spread the pink fa-rutti 
Not Ray Moore, no matress here, baby on the floor 
With helmets and mask, and grease up in that anus fast
So while the niggas lay cash, you chicks shake ass
If you're floatin' real high
And you feelin' the vibe
Won't you get on the floor and just dance
while the niggers lay cash, you chicks shake ass

If you're floatin' real high
And you feelin' the vibe
Won't you get on the floor and just dance for
It all starts with a riff usually a simple riff or sometimes a lyrical gift brought on by a tiff within the band gotta release that shit so I don't
longer kelvin mercer but the posdnuos
Plug one yo I found fun
In the scribblin' of speak
On a naked white sheet
Most recognized by my dark brown self
She's my favorite selection 
A proud lady of this new style and fashion 
So I can't just understand, why you're skankin' by yourself 
So it seems
[Intro]
Ooh hey c'mon ooh. Ah ah. 
Ooh hey.

[Chorus]
I'm da type of girl like to get that dough with that goose with patron hit the dance floor.
Let
They found his head splashed, caught him by the side of the buildin'
He had a mask on, 4-5, 'Why did you kill him?'
It was supposed to happen,
points fallin wit good formation

I'm the wrong nigga for patience, wrong one at dunn
The very last nigga you should ever blast your gun
To the floor
Start fallin' right through the floor

It's so natch'ral
You want more?
Come git it

Porter, he's the King
He knows how to stomp an' swing
That's King