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Ive been broken in the past
Thought that I was just a mess 
Until you came in my sight
You let me know that Id shine 
All my days were all sad

to enrol me
From a young buck trying to get my piece
To re-ing up bulky
Now pretty girls give me yoni
She was talking about all the things she likes
There is

Dungeon no keys, iron the creases
Pinks in the sky signal I'm dreaming
Ayy
Ayy
Check - clear my throat because I'm choking up
Regret and vanity - I wrote in

next to my phone

Ah oh no

The flowers in your hair they sure look pretty
It's easy to tell all your vanity shows
You drag em along like their your dogs

It's Cus of how much I care for you why the struggle is so intense,
The responsibility I feel for you,
To do right by you,
To love you and give you

dad got himself out of poverty cash stream on high-beam whipped cream
Young lady with pretty teeth enjoys ice cream
Rebelling with a purpose the energy

Internally
Peace is even in the midst of chaos,Temptation, fear, doubt and all bad
Peace is unwavering, unfazed by the changes Challenges and illusions

Not your typical pretty picture
Am I the only one who hates the mirror
Counting calories and losing my sanity
Dress sizes don't come in happy
Are you

Tryna keep my sanity
Pics on my vanity
They'll be gone tonight
This is the last time
I'm barely kept together
By the strings you tend to severe
I'm

thoughts
Weave between the shots fired by the fearful lot
Who tried to put you in a box and disrupt the written plot
Yeah they didn't kick the chair but they

Monday Morning Secretary

The Statler Brothers

Sing Country Symphonies In E Major

1972

She opens the mail straightens up without fail

Last Friday evening's mess, she makes brand new coffee
Though her head's hurtin' awfully, by nine

Go stupid Go crazy
Don't mess with these haters they lazy

You know I ain't lying cause I got The proof
I'm naturally pretty and that's the Truth
Last

press
Stole your followers and called out your mess
Pretty lovers wanna fake
Socialites step aside, big mouths all lies
Louda's pissed and you're in my

racist
I stand out in a crowd because
Most people lay down and take it faceless

This is for the dudes with the fingernail polish
Women with the pretty

What's love? What's hate?

Some days I really want to escape
some days I really want to stay
There's a pretty little sweet mess in my head
It's like

it's coming from expected to be pretty by some man that you want nothing from 
Objectified and rated and they say you're too sensitive
Objectified

To dance in the blood spill with you
Dancing in this pool
This bloody mess I made for you
You're such a pretty ghoul
There's only room for two
Maybe we

been a mess, I'm so alone...
Daddy grip my neck and let me know...
That I'm yo little man don't let me go...
Take me by my hand unzip yo pants
And make

thoughts add up at all,
I'm pretty sure it means that you're my little girl.
If not for you, I would have given up by now.
I wouldn't have made it

(I'm Your) Hoochie Coochie Man

Tim Hardin

This Is Tim Hardin

1967

Now all the pretty women, lead me by my hand
Then the world gonna know, I'm your hoochie coochie man

Got a axe handle pistol, got a three dollar (?)

They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I

side by side
I'm still yours and you're still mine

You broke my heart a million times
Can't count the ways I've made you cry
Oh, we're such a mess

so

Driving through the city on a fast train
You’ve never looked so pretty
I mean what I’m saying
I can tell it by the way you look at me
You’d hate

You never make me feel pretty
I just feel uncomfortable
Look at the mess in this city
It's all so unstoppable
I've gotta believe
That I can be