Lyrics:
the hourglass but you forced sand out of the cracks
Now I drown in the debris
From column A and column B
The instrument has shattered, crushed by my selfish
at the trophies in his mother's basement
Goes to see himself, there's a different person
Wiping off the dust is Tommy's reflection
Knows he led the way,
wicked
You're left only
On your own
Yes, Goodness knows
The wicked's lives are lonely
Goodness knows
The wicked cry alone
Nothing grows for
without fathers have no chance to compete
Your abortion clinic is all by design
In every black neighborhood 60 years in decline
Government aid ain't here
industry box and I turn it into a cage
I do not raise the bar because I am it
All my shits experimental but does not sounds like shit
You're not a God
the small music men
Your just fall guys, in the law's eyes
Your voice is worth more than you know and you're not foolin anyone
I'm not a con-artist, your
your girl she really play this (She does)
No matter where we go know we stay lit
We running we bunning (Yuh)
Yeah my girl she be stunning (She is)
Boy
She calls me Jerry Sprunger so why does your girl
Know my name
Your girl is sitting on my lap like she wants a present from santa
Cody you're like Shane
another addict
Who was at it like an asthmatic trapped in an attic
Sucking on an asthma punt
Though you never know by looking at him that's the cunt
'Cause you ain't doing none of it
I became your daddy the minute I fucked your
Mother without a rubber spit
That dumber than dumber shit
I know your
Look into your mother's eyes
And realize they've been full of pain
(Look into it)
Heart broken seven times over in the same week
(Seven times)
Job
head strong, when I say that, you're my girl
Cuz you're my world
And I know it's hard to understand the Situation
Drivin me far from your, mother
And I
Who the fuck you think you're tryna test,
This could get mess, best get your bullet proof vest,
Blud who you think your tryna push,
Like I'm gonna
well
He had it coming but why does no one care
Louis Walsh can grab a woman
By the bum on telly?
Like it's something socially acceptable
I hope I never
heart was severed
You know that you're the closest I'll run to
The clock hits 11:11
I wish that you were here in my bedroom
Laying back in my arms
Where
bottle filled
Oh that was just a little song my mother
Sang when she was stressed yo
I don't know why she got mad when I cry
If the bitch deaf yo
Who
you know where all the pimps be
Dressin all boogey and carryin' ugly cups
And yes you're getting booed if your shit does not get down
And yes you're
be there
By your side, I will take this ride and I'll help you whenever I can
Cause your mother, she is beautiful and your father is the best of men
By
only lasted as long as my savings did, which wasn't for very long. Your bills and your landlord don't care if you're pursuing a dream. The lifestyle I
no harm
Many have of course told you so
Money money money
Surely that's not all you're after, traveller
Surely you kiss your mother on the cheek
Your father and my father “they” are bound by tradition...we are not bound by those traditions...
Hymn Naswaáree: What does that mean? Logically
peculiar
Like the Jungle Brothers said: I'm gonna do ya
But I'm not gonna do ya like a guy does a girl
When I do you, I'm gonna crash your world
Lights out
Come on I know the government's working
You ain't never seen a man bursting
Do you really think that you're the only person
That sees the that you're
and sweet as any honey
She does it naturally
Oh I know that every time she hustles by I get a shock
That girl has stepped right out of my dreams
But baby
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