Lyrics:
to beat with two sticks in my hand
Now I’m wiser and I understand
If you can beat it up
Then you’re a one man band
Just to left of center
I know better than
we can put her-
(Once again the sound of thunder
Obscures what Fosco is saying)
-perfect, don't you think?
She'll be on my mind
Till she's out
VILLAGER #1: We have found a witch, might we burn her?
CROWD: Burn her! Burn!
BEDEMIR: How do you know she is a witch?
VILLAGER #2: She looks like one.
year-olds here getting started
This that one you can play in the car
Without having to turn the swears down
You don't need a radio edit
This is the radio
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
day
At Pam's when we met yet again
And as I entered the building I laid a warm, wet hand upon her Bare pelvic bone, she emitting
An exciting ooh
Two
non-linear
Convoluted storytelling
Name some names
Amigo
Hey
Can you hear me
This is my voice
So
When I was young
I was
Obsessed with soccer
It was
Get the picture (who is ya)
They'll flip ya (f'real)
[Chorus: x2]
East Side (aight)
Is gettin' (aight, aight)
West Side (aight)
Is gettin'
'd wanted an
Excuse not to reveal the relationship, you
Could have found ten people in the
Industry who would have said, "Wait"
Frank Ocean: The pitch is
free
We get the DPG on yo'
Radio station for the Y2G
'Up Close and Personal'
West Coast professional
(Professional)
Nigga what'chu reppin' for?
most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just teller to
Holla and hit
a hollow
Men don't steal
Hey most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just
the sauce
If I swipe it i hit debit
All you bitches take my credit
Now she blowing up my phone
Backspace, no edit (No backspace, edit)
Made a couple dollars
one all
In all, they gave me magazines, tea
Some better soap than the prison's soap
An earphone radio, and extra chow
There's Chris
Who gave me
them thinking is she on the run
I got so many bars, bum bitches give me anxiety
Yeah, we at war and you know I'm right in the front
This war ain't
songs on the radio
The ratio of black men to black woman at this college is preposterous
If you a scholar you already know
So she decided she should
the Nicki
Minaj perfume that comes in
Miniature busts of
Nicki Minaj she is not here
For your gender-studies symposium it
Is not her job to tell you who
Too! But you know who the greatest of
All of us? Who do y’all think?
Nope kid motherfucking Cudi
Radio, fuck you! Oh yeah, I’m on my
Trump shit tonight
But Frank Ocean is great too
But you know who the greates of all of us?
Who do ya'll think? Nope
Kid motherfucking Cudi radio, fuck you!
Oh yeah I'm
can hear the sound
Of a two-day old you sayin' "gaa gaa goo"
And right then all I could think of was you
I really didn't care what she chose to do
Like,
to have everything tells her
She probably just needs a vacation away from the stress of her husband's vocation
While Maria is talking, Brandy is
her world dances by
Who will ask why?
With those eyes and that Pride
Is it too much Brandy?
Is it too much Brandy?
Is it too much Brandi?
Is it too
know what about you?
She said "I don't care, if you're hungry, let's eat"
I said that's what we're gonna do!
But first you gotta tell me
What it is
kingdom)
"What are you doing there? What is that you're listening too?
Give me that radio at once" she said
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