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Food on the table This ain't mash potatoes With your longhand Did u wash your hands? You hardly say thank you and you neve grateful You're so
Best sex, less friends Short-hair longhand Sans tress, berk Lent We'll hit the brakes come Idaho Fuck locals, ankle-deep and incorrupt Skinny dip in
Unspeakable things Written longhand in your diary Unspeakable things In bags piled into a phone booth Pressed against glass Shouted aloud alone
Youth hittin' me like a long-hand love letter Long summer nights trying to get to know you better And it's killing me that I can't see you everyday
defend I freestyle texts, all from the head, no longhand Mescolo la codeina nel mio bicchiere, dentro è viola In my hood, we reckless, the police can't
Our prosaic lives The telemetry's off All longhand bromides I about gave up Radial arrays Anodyne cause Distant charades I about gave up
Syntax of the anode Longhand left behind Asthmatic breathes holding Gaia in one hand Palm trees burning with ease Open nerve exposed tundra winds
a stammering voice leaking out of your phone But if I don’t tell you now Probably never will I’ll try to get it down longhand if I can get the paper to hold
Money Mo problems gotta Hypnotise a bitch with my lyrical longhand Got a head so big she'd be in the clouds screaming out my name like I'm the only mother
nobody goes to recess Chatbots away take out your paper pieces Longhand Gimme an essay on the living conditions in Oz written by the Strawman: Housing shot
out quite right Tried to have it all The meter is all used up And I don't know if I can ever leave this time Long-hand letter Lick the stamp that's sent
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