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tap out you black out

They call me blacked but I see red
Bloody knuckle sky in my head
I want to be dead
Half-alive instead
There were tears to shed
I

I don't give only taking
And you know I like girls
So your bitch might get took
Lady Quinn a player
I ain't playing by the book
The way I'm coming up

Imagine if the world
This multiverse
Of plain old boring tales untold
Could be arranged, and turned
And twisted by our minds
Re-written as desired

haven't spoke in 90 days
And you're out here looking dumb
While I'm busy getting hot
Starting shit with all these girls
That have always backed you up

anything
Andy, I just want to hide, you know
Cos it suits me good, you know, It suits me fine
Oh to leave this little girl inside
But you can call me if you

And the ones who aren't, you just don't know it yet
It's the way of the world, since you were just a little girl
Never really had a chance, always too strange

a little tipsy, so keep it cool
I don't need no one else but me and you
But I got one thing to say to you
"If you end up falling for my love baby
You'll be

do you see 
A girl whose lost her dignity
Naked and alone 
Tryna find a nicer guy is hard when no one passes by
This ain't the life I chose 

Oh, don't

Ilar
But while we're talking sims
Just know your girl
Is working on some next lev vis...
Uals and by next level i mean on the PADAM scale
Absurd

You were dancing with a child at the Catholic Church
I was drinking
7up and vodka in a paper cup
You looked like a dream Spinning that little girl

a sail
Board on a sunny with a couple of bitchese
Don't need no girl I can wash my own dishes
Making difference between whiling a wishesing
Totally blinded

fight I concede to war baby
I'll take shots I don't need no more baby

Girl lets be for real tho
Know I want you more than just a little
Keep on playing

need you in my life, yeah
girl you know that you're my type, uh
you could always hit my line, yeah
if you ever wanna slide, huh
white sheets, fairy

Ima count on you
Ima count on you
Cuz you are my bo



You just need a ride
Gon be all the night
We gon spent some time yeah

Baby girl its been a long

her
Even if my breath smelled like a rotten smelly shit
And I know it sounds cliche and a little bit amiss
I'd do anything to feel like this
And every

And his hands super soft like a teenage girl
Fuck social media and them long hashtags
With your bitch made album
Cover lookin' like a, heh
Yeah, I said

I'm stress free, I got no time to argue with you dudes
In Miami, Strawberry Moon, by the pool
Pretty girls from Toronto they love the Boston Boys
I

set sights on more easier girls
But hey maybe luck could be winning over here
Maybe one day
We'll be sittin' and sharin' some beers
Riding my

seven, I reckon
Another second, my secondhand get paid
Uh, ay, what you gonna say
Like I give a fuck what you're gonna say little timmy
Super jealous of me

Little lady let me bring it right back to you
(You, you)
Send a letter by or just let it lie I'll just crumble and cry and sit down alone (fuck that)

by girls saying I just want to party
Still blazing still blazing still blazing
Hey and it's no secret that's how all my days been
Feeling no pain in

from the ghetto
And my flow got better
And my girl soo pretty
Ahhhhhh
Been up for the city
Don't act soo silly
And my flow soo litty
Ahhhhh
Yesssiirr

some plans
So, now He's got me working
Daily bread and stacking bands
So, I could put a band on my girls left hand
My patience running thin
Yeah I'm

ee-e-e-e-ee-easy?

(guitar & instrumental)

Well, I met a little girl
In a country town
She says, 'What'd you know? '
'There's, Slim Harpo'

I didn't move my head
I