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then to her
"It's the truth, I'm known as a liar"
"Come here, me old flower
I've seen ya before!"
"Give the woman in the
Bed there more porter"
She'd
, no)
I'm something restless
Ooh, yeah
High by the end of the night
Slow down all your engines
Look around, feel my presence
I'll let you know
All these dots, draw me lines
Give me enough to find
Every angle in the plot that rings a note of the divine
Let me try to define mine, by making
cherry cola
When I roll through Checkers
Fillin' up the tank
No refills, just refreshers
Chillin' in the 'at
Feelin' AGH, no more pressure
Crystal cola
What's more to say
Nowhere in Canada is like this
Why of all places did we decide to move here
The wing's on fire, the engine's smoking red
The plane's
wet[01:25.47]We fuck on the floor[01:27.22]Rockin' Christian Dior[01:29.12]Don't love you no more[01:31.08]Leave your heart on the floor[01:32.08]Put ya bags by
than less it's never what it seems like
I've been deafened by an engine roaring
Looking for an exit doorway
And when the sky cracks
I don't always think
be engine
Wag it all wag wag
Girl I give it all I gat for you you you
Fine girl gimme some more
Fine girl and I like the way you moan hmm
Fine girl
a light wrist
Can't go to Philly no more on the boot list
Bring out Lucile money all on the pool stick
Boy got a bad parent ohh thats a cool kid
All my
saving (yeah)
But more water come out my eyes (oh)
Than the faucet when I'm bathing (Oh)
All that liquor with no chaser (oh)
Chased me right up out my
to make the first king
First step and we strike them like lightening
First step with a better underwriting
Its abig step plis no more underrating
I gat big
home now
And with these words, I'll plant these flowers for my lost ones
With no problems, but I knew they were goners
So is what I'm doing a legitimate
a match and the match went out
But it wasn't no more lights in the motherfucking house
Speakin of house let's play a game of it
Is you wit it? hide and go
but I'm sure I'd feel more empty[02:36.50]So whatcha gonna do with your time[02:41.65]Are you gonna let it pass you by[02:47.46]I know it comes and goes
Wake up everyday to the same life[00:24.62]Heard there's more to it than this though the grapevine[00:27.06]Sick and tired leaving
Am in my feelings
Yeah yeah
Snow Yeah
Yondo
I gat flowers in my rizla
Pussy on my mind
Henny by my side
With some apple cherry pie
Am in my feelings
isn't any more popular but the flower's doing real good
The wildwood flower grew wild on the farm
And we never knowed what it was called
Some said it
isn't any more popular but the flower's doing real good
The wildwood flower grew wild on the farm
And we never knowed what it was called
Some said it
Turn the beat up a little bit more in here, Bengineer, please!
I guess I'm doing this one by myself
If you can't just be good with being by
And I'm caught one more time
Up on Cyprus Avenue
And I'm caught one more time
Up on Cyprus Avenue
And I'm conquered in a car seat
Not a thing
No more flowers in my garden
All that's left is sadness
Hope for sunshine in the morning
Cause all I can see is rain
No more flowers in my garden
All
No apologies, do whatever for a platter of them collard greens yeah
Watch em follow me, flower child but always spitting more than pollyseeds
No
of flowers baby
Prettier by the hour, just like you
The flowers blooming
The white light
Shining down on you, it's all right
There's a field of flowers baby
with no paper?
Go ride or die hater
They don't know what go on in my hood
Like the "Check Engine" on
Swear it's more life-takers
You got to watch out for
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