Lyrics:
Know the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey clutch
Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps
D's love her aura, Balenciago fedora
Lame niggaz bore
you know my two love songs, Bobby Womack tracks
Got her fat ass layin flat on her back
Yo, as she lay, she wore a silk gray neglige
Alehze
and automatically
Hit a bystander, young girl named Amanda
The slugs in her back by this cat buggin' no crap
Another rugrat, somebody tell me where the loves
How long does it last
Can love be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now but this much I can say
I know I'll need her till the stars
loving who I love
By being who I am, you see, it's an act of rebellion
So I guess that makes me one hell of a rebellious political
Singer, song
a love song she needs to hear my freaky love song oohh' she looking at me and I can tell by the look in her eyes she wanna fuck with a young boy telling me
views on YouTube when
I'm recording this
Uh, it's by Lily Potter but
Then remixed by Rufio
Um, it's a song about sad and sad, alright
Here we go ay, sad
As I watched
Those crowded stations
Passing by
All alike
By my train window
Just like that trail
Of busy ants
Passing by
All alike
Out of the window
prayed every night to the Lord up above
Singing, ?Hallelujah?
They
Used to walk, singing songs by the river
Even when she knew for sure
She'd have
without a home
Who lived within his songs
Alone, all alone
He'd sing I would rather hold up in a den of sin
Than lie there on a hill counting sheep
With
quit
The evil seducing, just dew it
The fire within is burning bigger then before
Going up next level, going up the next floor
Step by step, song by song
come on come on.
Look at her, seems like a tiger,
So fresh, so crazy, like Miley Cyrus. Yes!
Ass so big like a Kim,
And I love when she says I´m
the crowd make them disappear
There's nothing to it
Let's start by sending her off to the right
Let the rest take its place in time boy
Before the song is
the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
Drew walks by
car
Kinda slick, sat down by Tori
Lauren talkin’ bout all they high school stories
Drinks goin’ down, ordered another round
She brush her high heels up
I used to sing songs at the break of the day
Zip a de do da, zip a dee ay
Workin' myself into a frenzy
But I don't do that no more no way
I
clubs, filthy whores
Somebody daughter getting ten singles to drop her drawers
Crack fiends buy new tv for twenty beans
Niggas trynna get money, police
here a little later on
You know out in the country don't make no plans
Grab a pretty girl, take her by the hand
Rockin' out all night and roll back
Something cold is forced inside her
A tear spills down her cheek
Stillborn songs of a dead dreamer
Hymns of the needle freak
With sunlight in her hair
showing my tattoos
Hoping they never call mama with bad news
Coz she told me I'm surrounded by bad dudes
I told her nothing is ever just what it seems
I
the jesters tell
You tell them to her now
And all the same old songs all the minstrels sang
You sing 'em to her now
But it don't matter anyhow
'Cause she
Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
Hey
Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
Hey
Oh yeah tomorrow ima write a song
Maybe something catch for the girls to sing along
The song that you want playin when you bring your girl to prom
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